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Silence stands cold
like a mountain
face
sound creaks
and grinds like a
windmills grates
pain feels
hard as
a diamonds
plate
feeling a
alone is
a deserts wake
mistunderstanding
creeps like the
wind
Into the souls
of all
Gods men
not understanding
misunderstood
mountians of fire
gorging the
woods
unsetled peace
in all of man
kind
like loving
eachother
would
be the
worst
crime.
- Sarah Lewis