this silence This silence hangs distant as a star, Were it not for the memory, the sunlit blaze of your face -- now turned away, in rare and chilling eclipse, I would eventually forget and soon smile. The hardest silence is the difference. Adrian Hoad-Reddick
this silence
This silence hangs distant as a star, Were it not for the memory, the sunlit blaze of your face -- now turned away, in rare and chilling eclipse, I would eventually forget and soon smile.
The hardest silence is the difference.
Adrian Hoad-Reddick
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