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The click  of the lock is answered by silence
Silence does not smother anxious queries
Between these stubborn hearts lies the distance
Locked hearts that are missing their keys

In her notebooks are brilliant tapestries
The love, pain and sorrow words weave
All that remains of sweet memories
But she no longer knows what it achieves

When did weapons start to be wielded there,
The battleground beginning its construction
Maybe those deceitful words were the snare
The things all began with that deception

You turn your faces away from each other
Covered in wounds and try to inflict another