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Jul 2011 · 498
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Claire Jul 2011
In the darkness
the voices whispered softly;
they were easily ignored.

But now the light is on.
Blinding.
And the voices cry out louder,
making an overwhelming din;
they shout over one another
so that it is almost impossible to comprehend
that I love you.

— The End —