the immensity of loneliness is an empty note with no words letterless hence it can not be read never spoken of it merely lingers as an infinite singularity in the heart of existence . I leaned my forehead against your cold brick wall evoking the soundless roars behind the curtains . a rhythm that walks like time surrendering to its own limit maybe its death is the sum of its goodbyes .
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