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Whispers & Secrets

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7/7/2018
Whispers fall like
hammers on eardrums, ready
to reverberate, secrets ready
to be retold. Willing ears
wait to hear
that which should be
revered. In the end, no
whispers will be spared.
For those
who manage to keep
secrets, die
lonely and old.

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