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Inner tumoil |
| Audible silence. Deaf to my ears, Loud in my head, Resounding in my mind Recreating images within. Soundless pictures Rummaging through The very essence of my being. In clearly quiet tones, In hues, shades and tunes. Mind straining to listen To the soundless voices Struggling to penetrate The deep recesses of What and who I am. |