Deafened Art
you can't break what's already broken nor forsake what's been forsaken
every love song is a ghost story ~ when velvet skies dimmed our glory
no one really comprehends ~ how deep into the core it descends
cloaked with invincible clouds , afraid to let tear-stained ink pour and set
silenced tongues sing in solitude ~ knitting metaphors misunderstood
hushed voices echo amidst smoky lungs ~ tainted through deafened art
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