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Oct 2020
Sometimes
People talk about
the noise of nothingness
Static
The vacuous emptiness of electrical snow
But my static
Oh, my static sounds like symphonies
A cacophony of me
All discordant
Constant
Droning
Static.
CyRhen Sohngs
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CyRhen Sohngs  29/F/Alton
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