Quiet
Quiet creeps in
Like a forgotten sin
Comitted years ago
In our Ego Show
Difficult to deny
Ours eyes to the sky
What was our joy
Is now just a toy
Do we welcome Quiet
Is it an Insight
Maybe so we say
On our merry way
Rabid Poet
Rabid Poet
Rantings
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