Some places whisper louder than people.

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Some places whisper louder than people.
I stood before you, as you offered me a flower. The flower is beautiful, but like any other.
I gestured towards my feet - bare and bartered. You glanced at them, and offered me another flower.
I held out my hands to receive it - bloodied and chafed. Smiling politely, I held back tears.
Your eyes meet mine, silently quizzing.
“Why the flowers?”, I ask.
Your gaze became confused. Yet, you handed me another flower - my favourite this time, and in the shade that I like.
I stared at it, as I held it across my hand, and wondering how you knew.
We stood before each other without a word between us.
Sometimes the loudest echoes come from the quietest corners of our minds.
"Secrets are ancient locks, rusted and ornate, Their keys are lost in the labyrinth of memory. They guard chambers of longing and regret, Where heartache and hope coexist."
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