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Few words, expected but unspoken,
Left hardly noticed taste of disappointment,
Of failure. But tomorrow’s tears
Will have no chance to wash away that sand.
The curves of sound sliding slightly
And following the route of gentle curves
Will reach awaiting ear
No doubt. What would it cause? Who knows…