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Soft spoken with her thoughts broken, soaked in rum and misery.
Humming symphonies, fought hope and won with liberty.
Sunken sympathy, a cutthroat left drunk and jittery.
Love lost and forgotten so she has no luck with synergy.
Finally she waved goodbye, a clean sweep, a crushing victory.
Mean streets with a ton of trickery still tonguing history.
Her name was Silence. Full of regret, into the past she lunges wistfully.
Clues to forget, many eyes shadowed as they hunt mysteries.
Awaiting a flashback, or a simple answer to her questions.
Masses need a lesson as fast as a panther in progression.
No adrenaline left for the fight, pedaling West through the night.
Landscapes changing so she settles in and rests with the sight.
Can't smile without the sun, she prays for the clouds to open.
Bound to focus in and swim until she drowns the ocean.
The moment you question yourself, you lose your first entity.
That's when you lose your greatest asset and gain your worst enemy.
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