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A Dread From The Ears

Sounds like flashes of light,

And other mixed up senses:

Sights of a smell,

Tastes of an emotion,

A dread from the ears.

It all works properly,

Even if it is wrong.

It's just like a clock that runs in a backward manner:

It's right at least two times a day.

It's still clockwork,

Even if it's being wound up.

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Feb 16, 2011
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