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Mute

Do you hear it…? Yes…The Mute..I mean The Blaring Mute… When she looks at the ancient mountains squealing of their esse The Chortled Mute… When her baby is tended and snuggled against her chest The Guffawed Mute… When she stood there to hear his raucous laughter making wacky faces The Euphonious Mute… With every word spoken about her beloved The Sniveled Mute… When he left her in the cold and cruel winter The Mute.. so clamorous The Mute that overcomes the cacophony of existence Do you hear it…? Her MUTE…

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