I come quietly. Silent entities can lack a certain weight when unseen.
Do they speak of me? My voice left with the breeze that whispered "you should
flee or you shall be seen."
I'd die if you only met my eyes. Before you pass by, will you pause to break my
heart.
I am everywhere, everywhere but here, for here is where you grace the
nameless.
Were I not so weak, could I even speak I'd warn that you should leave before
you're seen with me.
They don't hear me. Do I bore them when I tell them I adore them?
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