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"Hideous Silence! Curse Quietness" . . . a poem about how much I hate silence sometimes. . better than it sounds, I promise. . R&R please.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 103 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 08-25-05 - id: 1993759
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"Hideous silence,
You, monster of my dreams,
You know nothing of what I am!
Collapsing in that little red dress and
Knee-high boots
Puddle-wet now,
Pieces of gravel imbedded too far down to ever pull out
And leave me alive enough
To overcome daylight; harsh even when I
Sleep.
Still I wonder
What exactly it is that you do,
Cursed quietness!
It's obvious how you deny my thirst for sound,
Life's music of any kind;
How cold you are to me
Especially when I forget your
Face
So close to mine.
It's just easier that way."
12:24pm
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