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Jun 1
Many of You wondered about silence.
If the Doctor, survived it.

But.

The silence is like a worst.
And here I mean a trouble,
of thoughts.

Sit down, Turn around, Roll over.

Slowly the silence passes.

And me
I,

Somehow went through the past, and into the future.
Without

Silence.
Written by
Jakub Zoltowski
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