Claire
Silence perturbed, yet immortally lay as the words sheared of pretences, thoughts neared of instances when love in repose ‘pon my willing heart prey. flighted the feelings be rousted those words in their undress they ‘turbance in duress and meaning; meandering int’ my heart there to lay. In silence so forlorn those nine words I begrieved then, betrembeling portent they mused me to stay. With silence they taunted, with intent they haunted yet ever so salient those 9 words I am hearing and ever their portent in silence I’m fearing.
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