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Mourning Glory
opened his eyes
yawned
stretched slowly
he looked at me
made a puzzled face
slowly teared up
said:
the problem is me
not you
In my head
the drums beat disconcertedly
the perfect soundtrack
I didn't open my eyes
I stood there listening to the voice
slowly disappearing
PAR
yawned
stretched slowly
he looked at me
made a puzzled face
slowly teared up
said:
the problem is me
not you
In my head
the drums beat disconcertedly
the perfect soundtrack
I didn't open my eyes
I stood there listening to the voice
slowly disappearing
PAR
Published 24th Nov 2022
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"The voice echoes ten thousand times and more."
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