Hush
"Hush"... I whisper, as I touch my finger to her quivering lips...
I taste her tears as her will slowly slips away...
A cold breeze wanders through the house;
and on the vacant walls, the shadows play...
A warm indention on my empty bed,
reminds me there's nothing left...
There are no more causes or passion now...
There is nothing left to protest...
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