The Mute
At loss for words
It is not an excuse
Trying to dilute notions
The easiest way
To forget
All the conceptions
That were there
All the images
Recollected
All the nothingness
It means something
In a preoccupied
Stance

At loss for words
It is not an excuse
Trying to dilute notions
The easiest way
To forget
All the conceptions
That were there
All the images
Recollected
All the nothingness
It means something
In a preoccupied
Stance

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