A riddle a day,
I've heard them say,
Keeps insanity at bay,
To lead logic's way.
A lipless kiss,
A moonlit tryst,
All but aimless..
So riddle me this:
more tragic?
Silence, where all is withheld?
Or deaf ears, where none is heard?
Neither, said his moonlit lips,
The truest of tragedy, my midnight tryst,
is silence that falls on deaf ears.
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