The bizarre silence of the water stuns me. It is so cool. So warm. So poignant. And so murderous. I can almost see all the lost souls screaming in eternal silence in your womb. And those screams stir the depths of my soul.
May be I am part of that crowd.
True, I stand on the bank, outside the water. But that is just an accident.
I haunt you the way you haunt me. It is only fair that I should do so. After all, why should you punish me so with all this silent uproar? This never ending pain.
May be I am part of that crowd.
True, I stand on the bank, outside the water. But that is just an accident.
I haunt you the way you haunt me. It is only fair that I should do so. After all, why should you punish me so with all this silent uproar? This never ending pain.
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