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You have a right to remain silent
Stuck in a webway of empty words
It’s not transcendence, more like a pyre
Funeral pyre to logical thoughts
It goes like spiral, descends, to nothing
Burning your sanity on the way
Love can be laughing, love can be crying
Love will remain very much the same
Hate it, like plague, or adore it like sunrise
Sorrow and happiness walk hand in hand
With every word you feel like quarterized
Yet, there’s no wish for the whole thing to end