Silence is:
deserted street at 4am
aeroplane lights flashing
mutely in the distance
stolen moments outside my window
as I draw deeply on an illicit cigarette
watching my world sleep
knowing that nobody watches me
in these purest of moments
watching the cigarette glow
with every breath
and burning rose-scented incense to mask the smell.
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