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alive in the deadly silence
the Noise just sits there and rumbles, to itself
cause no one cares to hear
friends. comfortable behind mask of blindness
thriving in a lying game
congregations of robotic circles are programmed to no feeling
working on overdrive to hide what's reeling
under the surface, some think it a crying shame
a sharp pang awakens what's buried underneath
each card played is a lie that stunts the sound
despite the desperate echo that voices the truths bounds, It
refuses to boil over, fighting the pressure and heat
the Hush is that loud friend you've made over time
never ceasing in its persistence to be noticed
perhaps if the resistance it met shifted its focus
your bond would be more sublime