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Oct 2018
the sound of silence
ironically, can be deafening
the dead of night
a lamp is on
the cars **** past
on streets with crunchy snow
the crickets chirp
an owl goes hoot

but everything is still
albeit all inanimate
well, i suppose
the wifi router dot does blink
and the little hand on the clock
it doesn't tick, a modern kind
just rotates and keeps the time

the cats asleep
no padding paws
but the crickets chirp
and the cars **** past
its not dead silence

whatever it is
its deafening.
Bored, felt like writing. Had no inspiration, so just decided to describe my surroundings. :)
nish
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nish  20/F
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