The day I immured You within the perfume of my silence, You furloughed me within the lullabies of my irrational loneliness..
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Thursday, 30 October 2014
The riots of silence.
"The riots of silence" was an emblem of her shivering hands. * * * Words fused into poetries and dusk, into darkness. * * * A night passed, so did "love". * * * And much to her chagrin now, Solitude is Sanity.
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