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Ironic Words

It looks all quiet and orderly outside,

But you don’t know the chaos forming within,

Intensifying with every passing minute,

Yet patient enough to not burst,

Into poetries you’ll never read,

With words which sound louder than they are,

And heavier than I can carry,

But yours seem quieter than expected,

And lighter than the December air.


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