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Feb 2015
Everything gets quiet when I think of you.
The room gets a little bit smaller as the walls creep inward
Slowly
Upon me,
Suffocating me and intoxicating my mind
The clock ticks.
Ticks.
Ticks a little louder,
A little more slowly
As the seconds seem to elongate themselves through eternity.
Each grain placed gently upon the last, with time in between.
My heart beats a little bit faster and my thoughts race to keep pace
I can't tell you what I'm thinking because
The next thought drowns the last
Second by second I rock back and forth, slowly, thinking of you
As the sun sleeps I dream of you.
My eyes glisten when I imagine that slanted smile on to your face
I wish I could be there to see it.
I wish I could love you like I want to
Like I used to.
That song has faded
The intermission has begun,
Preceding the next ensemble.

The silence no longer torments me.
I am no longer trapped when I think of you.
In the silence, I hear collective chants for an encore.
Another chance to play it right.
Another chance to show my capacity.
To outplay my heart and pour out what’s inside.
Ron Peacock Jr
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Ron Peacock Jr
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   Aparajhitha Sudarsan
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