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Claudia Pascale, Staff Writer

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We all desire the quiet

but eternal silence

can entail violence.

So with a subtle might

I stay quiet.

For my only grip for sanity

is that I might

hear the music

passed down to the old

and given to the young

before the great musician was hung.

So on this dark night

I wait

for the eldritch opera houses of yore

to orchestrate once more.

My words are timed

but I must fill the insane silence

with my meek rhymes.

So here I stand

in determined defiance

against the eternal tyrant

that I call,


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