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Silver is just a coward's gray glittering with such conviction. A sparkle like hope that conceals its absence to give the surface its company. Love like magnificent's consequence litters the planes of my face, still, bleeding untruths with authority, breathless. Frequent expectation defied and souring the softest of mouths, which would speak cruelty casually and hypocrisy proud. If but one thing assures my belief, I speak words that must mean nothing.