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Apr 2017
Sometimes I pass the sidewalk, maybe walking
It’s just strange I can’t hear anything talking
I feel the stares
I find it scares
Especially when nobody is watching

You say you can't hear the laughing
But all I can hear is mocking
you can't see their eyes
All i hear is lies
I know that they're always watching

The pretty blackbirds preening
I can hear their foul screaming
watching me walking
I swear they are watching
though I can't discern meaning
Astra Zenneth
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