This one was inspired by Ella wheeler wilcox
'Quiet' When emotions fall short of words And quietus takes its prey; When blues descend, no words can mend the worlds lost in dismay. When life falls short of spark And all desires rot away; When the skeletons rattle in lost battle, Quiet is the only getaway. -ashay(14th oct, 2k12, 2342 hours)
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