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Oct 2015
Clean walls,
Clear mind
The white trim,
The crisp bed
Create a symphony of silence.

And I can think again.

And I can breathe again.

For it is here I can make my own music.

Strong words,
expressive voice
cacophonous whisper,
silent scream

In the clean walls,
In the white trim
under the crisp bed,
In the silence
Written by
Sam
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