Secrecy in the stillness it’s almost serene.
Iron curtains plummet around leaving all asunder.
Lull to the temporary tranquility of nothingness.
Ease into the suppressed tongue that is the voiceless.
Nihility fills the air.
Censorship spurting into the imperturbable land where peace of mind tends.
Extinguishing any placidity because even nothingness stays anything but silent.
About the Creator
Gee
I am not a pretty girl, I’m a different girl.
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