Tuesday, March 11, 2014


hear the tapping of her toes,
hear the sighing, the winds' blows,
hear the lights flickering low,
hear the what nobody knows,

hear the neighbors,
their step and their shoes,
hear their voices,
the shouting ensues,

hear the page turning,
every swallow I make,
hear my own heartbeat,
and every breath I take...

I hear all the noise,
none background to me,
it drives me mad sometimes...
but I can get free.

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