Every night we unweave the memories - shadows flirting in those secret places where the color is lost and the motives unknown. Soundless, they scamper across the turnstiles of our mind - exalted in their temporary resurgence. How cold the gestures of our past feel now, how frigid their touch.
Some stories have to be told - but silence sings the loudest songs.
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