⤞silvered silence

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I sink into
secret sorrow,
wreathed in
torpid decay,

my heart,
a hollow echo
of all the words
I didn't say;

a whisper
of sanguine hope
that I wish
had never
ebbed away,

yet the moon,
in silvered silence,
gives me
every reason
to stay.

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