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We laughed in a room of

the color of wilting irises,

once beautiful, now old.

We always had the cheap light bulbs.

The yellow light tiredly tinted the shadows.

And then after buckets of color,

We laughed in a room of
the color of wilting irises,
once beautiful, now old.
We always had the cheap light bulbs.
The yellow light tiredly tinted the shadows.
And then after buckets of color,

The road was an ocean
The potholes,
whirlpools of swirling opportunity.
The cars weren’t moving fast.
They hovered across the road 
like tired-eyed seagulls.
They flew slowly
and slugg-

Silence screams.
Silence laughs.
Silence listens.
Your constant voice is blistering.
Silence lies.
Silence deceives.
Silence hides.
The only time you hold your tongue is when it benefits your side.
Silence,