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Silence Reappears When The Calm's Inside

Disgusting in the eyes of the misinformed|

Mistaken by the mislead illusions depicted in the fog from the shower's storm|

The rose grew from a muddy field|

The grass departed to make room|

No pesticide could dilute the pest that grew more than less|

less space to place the bird's nest|

Wind moves side to side|

The silence reappears when the calm's inside|

Outside is reserved for the storm|

No reservations needed|

Undertake the undertaker with a pitchfork|

Slowly awakening|

It's in that time we all choose to hide|

Run fast on the opposite side|

Slide down the snowy hill with that brand new sled|

She bled for days|

Stomach outburst from being misfed|

Dead fungus on the wooden stove coerce the flames away|

A new day arises when the winds blow away|

She stayed in the same lane heading in the same direction|

Concluding in the end of the road|

Resulting in a dead end|

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