i am kind
on the eyes
under hot summer
night
I am peaceful
quiet I am
not
all right. every
night I wake with
alarm
you discovered me
uncovered me
you
then hid me from
view. you
me
i am kind of bizarre
i play the guitar
without any
strings
the sound of silence
is not lost
anymore
(no matter what
you may say)
it sings
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