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I can hear it though Hear the screams curdling out of your lips …. My lips?
A poet trapped in a mundane world. Looking to find a creative outing and a companion in thoughts. My mind's eye sees more than my iris, and my inner ear hears more than my ear drum can pound out.
There was a time when I was frightened by this..
But no longer. No longer am I haunted by the ones you cannot see, they just hum me to sleep.
Alas, as long as a butterfly can fly, I can always smile.
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