Do you listen to the silence that I narrate?  

While I stroke my hair with my fragile hands, look at my fingers in the dark, the silhouette that covers my colour and bares my soul, while in my head I keep reciting the stories of how we’d meet in the coming days. 

Do you hear the silence? 

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