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5/02/2012

Eyes closed

She hums at the

Slow

Sweet

Sound of her own

Dissonance.

This discordance

Comforts her

aching

Head

"At least I can be heard."

4 comments:

Melee said...

Oh, what a lonely, heartbreaking, gorgeous piece. xx

Whatever said...

hear hear.

Barry said...

Melee said it well. This poem is in a sense beautifully haunting to me.

Philosophia said...

meaningful words, deeply saddening, but beautiful. x