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    Perfection Through Silence

    Finch

    Alone at last, together in a photograph
    Our eyes are always open
    Devoted to perfection, through silence.

    What am I supposed to do?
    Should I sit, and wait for you?
    Listen to me screaming more

    This story is only old to those that have no mold
    The truth can be bought or sold
    But what are we buying?
    Nothing but silence.

    Fold the corners, break the silence

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    Written by: Finch / Nate Barcalow. Isn't this right? Let us know.
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