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May 2015
the sky is screaming
pouring an intoxicating pitch into my broken eardrums
this toxic melody violently shaking my brain, leaving small ripples on my flesh like the waves of an ocean

moist palms cupped around the curves of my ears
enough to dull the angry cries from the skyline
the sky is screaming

but I don't want to hear
written 5/24/15
Mo Rojas
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Mo Rojas  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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