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Orphaned Silent
You hear the words calling,
but what if they stop
What if the voice changes
to cold what was hot
And it's not yours at all
but a squatter that hides
D.N.A. of its own
new agenda of lies
Those messages before,
were they gifts or on loan
Is the feast yours to eat,
will meat stay on the bone
Will the Muse be unfaithful,
is divorce in the wind
Leaving words then unnamed
-orphaned silent within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
but what if they stop
What if the voice changes
to cold what was hot
And it's not yours at all
but a squatter that hides
D.N.A. of its own
new agenda of lies
Those messages before,
were they gifts or on loan
Is the feast yours to eat,
will meat stay on the bone
Will the Muse be unfaithful,
is divorce in the wind
Leaving words then unnamed
-orphaned silent within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
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Orphaned Silent
Orphaned Silent
