Whispers,
Whispers float through the air
Like webs,
LIke silk.
Words that have been long forgotten
Sit still in the air.
Begging to be used agian,
Pleading with you...
The music to which they belonged
died long ago.
They desire,
They wish,
to be seen,
to be heard.
They're asking
for a voice?
For a reason...
a reason to be.
These words will
trap,
use you.
There greedy
mouths
will devore you,
The only way to
be saved from
their web.
Is to give the a reason
a voice to be heard.
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