Whispers
to live as a whisper, now softly we spoke, life on the tip of a tongue now we float, the magnitude of every word as we gloat, now carelessly whispered the words that we wrote, now seeded with roots, whispers in our hearts, like earth to the sun we stand world's apart, the feeling of whispers like blood pooling scars, now writhing in hell the devils remarks, in the hearts of the broken the devil he seeds, with whispers of careless the evil it breeds, now lifeless the forest the humans as trees, whispers through branches with words as our leaves, now fall to the ground so silently cast, the whispers of life and our soft spoken past.
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