Same Old Blues
Words given: volume, knowledge, tongue, confusion, midnight
The volume of your silence took the air out of my lungs.
Confusion is written all over my face like a poem to complex for me to understand with my small amount of knowledge.
To me it feels like we do not speak the same mother tongue while arguing about reasons why midnight isn't the right time for a fight.
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