ECHOES
WHEN TO EVERY STRAY THOUGHT
I INFUSE A EMOTION
AND ARTICULATE
IT REBOUNDS ACROSS
EMPTY WASTE LANDS OF LIFE.
UNHEARD
EXCEPT IN
MY MIND
FAINTER
AND FAINTER
AND FAINTER
DYING ITS NATURAL DEATH.

MAYBE I NEVER LEARNT
TO SAY IT AT THE CORRECT PITCH.

~Lonely Being~

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