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pigeon coo’s echo outside the window relentless repetition please stop, grey skies, lacklustre rain drip drop drips from the sky like a tap not turned tight enough the kettle is screaming at me fogs up the window desperate, don’t look out there, the forbidden fruit, sacred outdoors sterilised sanitised inside, free me, I long to ***** my feet how can the world keep on turning when we are all so still does the passing of time matter during this vast nothingness? a cup of tea to calm my nerves hot liquid chases down the fear bubbling up in my throat but it just crawls back, and settles so quiet becomes the house eternally occupied, no respite heavier now, thankful for the sound drowning out the silence, rain like the white noise, grateful the sound of breath has become too much, all of us in mute, in sound, in colour, in all
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Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 3:24 AM UTC
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pigeon coo’s echo outside the window relentless repetition please stop, grey skies, lacklustre rain drip drop drips from the sky like a tap not turned tight enough the kettle is screaming at me fogs up the window desperate, don’t look out there, the forbidden fruit, sacred outdoors sterilised sanitised inside, free me, I long to ***** my feet how can the world keep on turning when we are all so still does the passing of time matter during this vast nothingness? a cup of tea to calm my nerves hot liquid chases down the fear bubbling up in my throat but it just crawls back, and settles so quiet becomes the house eternally occupied, no respite heavier now, thankful for the sound drowning out the silence, rain like the white noise, grateful the sound of breath has become too much, all of us in mute, in sound, in colour, in all
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daffodel
25/F
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 3:24 AM UTC
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