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silence...
And if I must die,
let it not be a lie,
it's sad I did cherish not this life,
despite all the strife,
in depth I could dive,
or what else was there in the hive,
that honey was sweet,
yet the sting had to heat,
I truly tried with the grammar,
but it's sad I could only stammer,
and beneath they'll start to murmur
shutting me up like my momma.

© Bradley