A light hum erupts the room.
Chatter is scarce and underwhelming.
As laughter builds, it screams at me.
And impales the glittering silence.
But silence does not fight back.
But lays down and absorbs the violence.
And suddenly.
Quiet.
And fragments of it breathe.
And some beauty cannot fight back.
But shines when it has mercy.
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