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Apr 2016
Yelling rings out, spreads and echos
Arguments, red hot, burning
They rip up the sheets of our beds
The wooden floors laugh at our attempt at a quiet escape
Life itself jokes with us
It makes silence impossible
Our ears are exhausted
Overworked and drained
Luna Craft
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