Perfection Through Silence

Alone at last together in a photograph
Our eyes are always open devoted to perfection through silence
What am I supposed to do? Should I sit wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more
This story is old only to thse that have no mold
The truth can be bought or sold
But what are we buying?
Nothing but silence
Fold the Corners, Break the silence..

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