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I’ve heard it been called ‘Silent Killer’. It stealthily stalks on its prey, And once it arrives at its target, It sits there with nothing to say. It silently waits to grow bigger.
Doleful, limpid eyes importuned me with questions, Prolonging eventide's closure, our pathways in digresson. Seldom averse to evening repartee, my departure halted