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Silence

Writer: Spike WoodsSpike Woods

the mewing of a cat

the bellblood in my ears

a ticking watch

and the electric fire squats

orangely grinning

a chair creaks

laughter breaks

cars rush away

and my swallowing mouth

is suddenly

very loud

 
 
 

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