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Silence
Silence is never empty It always has- Something. It can be filled to bursting with silent Love, Hate, Friendship, Understanding, And so many more How to extol the virtues of silence? It holds, Like a gentle hand, All the doubts, Worries, And hopes Of us and our world Cupped in between patient fingers. Silence will never be empty.
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