There’s violence in the silence of a broken heart,
breaking, battered and bruised. A whirlwind
of confusion, like a sun that does not rise,
hiding behind the horizon and your lost smiles.
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There’s violence in the silence of a broken heart,
breaking, battered and bruised. A whirlwind
of confusion, like a sun that does not rise,
hiding behind the horizon and your lost smiles.