Where no coherence of thoughts rise
No sentences form, no speech rises
The lips stay sealed, yet the mind screams
Isn't that our chance meetings?
Where neither complements each
No words are exchanged, not even under breath
Our lips stay sealed, yet our hearts scream
Isn't this the rest of our lives?
Where nothing seems worth living to
No urges rave, not even the fire of raw passion
Our lips stay sealed, yet our soul erodes.
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