Day 344: Empty Cradles
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when silence unnaturally comes,
it’s as deaf’ning as drowning may be;
it is a swallowed and hollowed out sea.
there was a child here,
crying
not ages ago,
and now
there is nothing but me.
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∴
when silence unnaturally comes,
it’s as deaf’ning as drowning may be;
it is a swallowed and hollowed out sea.
there was a child here,
crying
not ages ago,
and now
there is nothing but me.
∴