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Visual interpretation of "Indistinguishable from silence": Sometimes the screams grow so loud; The sound becomes indistinguishable

No. 062

November 29, 2024·8 lines·1 min read

Indistinguishable from silence

In the dark cave of mirrors.

Sometimes the screams grow so loud The sound becomes indistinguishable from silence In the dark cave of mirrors. And the only face you can Grab and force to stare down the shadows— Is your own.

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Sometimes the screams grow so loud

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