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There are times
When the silences
Are different
Somehow
In some small way
Distinct in their quality
In the same way
That a raisin’s fall
In air
Is not the same as it is
When falling
In oil
The silence is different
Because
Suddenly
It has a new depth
Like a pool
It is fallen into
Creating ripples
Each a separate
Distinct
Reverbration
Heard by you through your fever
As you lay on your bed
Recovering

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