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‘A person may have a silence.’

[⟨det person.nhave.v ⟨det silence.n⟩]

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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

She just said to my silence, “I know it’s a crazy thing to do, but he makes me happy.
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

Everyone might have noticed my silence and I am thankful for those of you that stuck around.
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

My relative silence on the topic of late might have conveyed the impression that it had fallen, predictably and with an audible clang, by the wayside.
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

Most importantly, maintain your silence when one of your prominent supporters compares your former ally to whichever person is the most reviled traitor in the history of your own religious tradition.
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

I’m all alone with my thoughtsThe silence interupted by the tick of a clockAn empty sheet of paper stares up towards meMy words fail me now when I need them the mostWhere do I start to say I…
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

Please don’t interpret my silence as anything other than my absence from a computer.
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

for those wondering at my recent silence and drastic trimming of my friend list… something really really big just hit my family, and we’re trying to live through a very rough situation. I’m keeping myself going like some drowning man grasping at detritus floating by from the ship that was his life going down. I’m clutching at things like working on the ennies, making appointments, putting away laundry. to continue the metaphor, knowing that there are friendlies out there is acting like a pair of water wings (you know, those inflatable things you put on kids’ arms?). it’s not going to be enough to keep me afloat for long, but it buoys me enough that I don’t have to put as much energy into swimming. I’m pretty sure my daughters are in a lifeboat nearby. I’m too far out to sea and land is nowhere in sight. sooner or later I’m going to start paddling, because I don’t think there’s rescue for me, and I’m going to have to get to shore under my own steam. but I’m not going to strike out swimming yet because I want to make sure I’m travelling in the right direction. I may swallow some water, but if I can just keep treading for a little while longer, I think I’ll make it.
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

your silence is killing me and everything is broken inside still I can *n’t figure how I reached such a grim time I know things change, but why? even though the answers are hard to find I know one thing, your still on my mind my circles turn to squares and nothings where it should be my day turns to night because your not with me what I want I can *n’t get where I want to go I can *n’t reach people I miss I can *n’t see things change things change, but why the answers are hard to find but with a little dusting I’ll be fine and with a litle luck ill be on your mind my circles have turned to squares and nothings where it should be my day turns to night because your not with me I understand the way you went the wind no longer on our backs I’ll just sit and watch the setting of the sun I know our time is done and even though your gone ill still think ill be there I will hold on to you
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

My pride, all ten years of it, was at stake as well, and as selfish as a child could have been, as though I were hoarding a precious toy that I did not want taken away from me, I refused to give in, I did not budge at all, but I held my silence, not wanting to say anything at all.
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

I wasn’t one for keeping my silence.
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

As for the reasons behind my silence, the truth is that I have been dealing with some personal issues – and also have been busy at the day job? including two overseas trips.
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

“What are you going to pay for my silence?
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

I know that I have been silent, but do not mistake my silence for peace.
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from ‘A’ to where you’d be It’s only finger – lengths that I see I touch the place where I’d find your face My finger in creases of distant dark places I hang my coat up in the first bar There is no peace that I’ve found so far The laughter penetrates my silence As drunken men find flaws in science Their words mostly noises Ghosts with just voices Your words in my memory Are like music to me I’m miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground I, I pray that something picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms After I have travelled so far We’d set the fire to the third bar We’d share each other like an island Until exhausted, close our eyelids And dreaming, pick up from The last place we left off Your soft skin is weeping A joy you can *n’t keep in I’m miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground And I, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms I’m miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground and I, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms hey don’t judge me
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

when I’m around people my body language and my silence screams out!..
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

when I’m around people my body language and my silence screams out!..
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

Where a small knife tears out those sloppy seams, and the silence knows what your silence means, and your metaphors (as mixed as you can make them) are linked, like days, together.
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

When Johnson put my dear friend – the perspicacious writer and journalist Diana West – in his crosshairs, I was compelled to break my silence.
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In the ICWSM 2009 Weblog Corpus:

Your silence and your actions make one fear the worst for, in the end, we are quite struck by the belief that this contempt, made eloquent by your budget cuts, is very real and that you feel nothing but disgust for these people, these artists, who spend their time by wasting it and in spending the good taxpayers money, he who, rather than doing uplifting work, can only toil.
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Queried on 2013-05-22.