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Decibels ringing left and right
Night's static in my head feels like a threat
But the trap is the pause that I grab
Notice that twitch in my pulse
Silence's waltz and vibration, the pain air tight ,no sound
Memory's jaw crunches
Just pressure built raw
Punched in me til I face the sky
It cracks without a whisper
And as I finally rest,
Before I feel the fractures,
Morning creeps homely
Light bending sideways in the grip of sweat
About the Creator
Vili
Bitter patter



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