Deafening silence,
raging in its eternal reign,
forever coupled with the needles of tinnitus.
How much longer must it last
before I, at last, hear her voice again.
Her body, a temple of beauty,
Her smell, a hypnotizing potion,
Her face, a testament to her perfection.
Yet nothing is more pleasant,
than the song of her voice.
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