A FOREWORD

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Silence. It's that thing that no one can deal with. Yet everyone pines for. Silence fills you up and empties you in one fell swoop. When I write, I am consumed by physical silence. Inside me, I am clamorous, but on the outside, everything is quiet. When yout read these poems, I hope you feel the silence too.

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