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Noise The stairs are quiet This air here, undisturbed Broke in seldom creaks The battle field In truce My chair, as I turn Echoes now Causes me to glance, pause Did the door handle bend I Wonder, is this hope For what yesterday I bemoaned Between the songs Bulbs pulse Motion from my computer That causes heat Reverberates in table’s end My jeans, I hear As I pace Rasp across my knees Abraise my ankles With every rise and fall Pockets hug, pull away The fridge hums The damn dog, next door Must be asleep It is funny, these noise I only notice when stopped When I go to bed I will open doors Say ‘night’ to empty rooms..
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 01:07:34 +0000

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