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Aug 2019
Ringing.
Distant at first,
subtle
like a memory.
Then closer,
escalation
of persistence.
Louder now,
piercing
the veil of focus.
Grown deafening,
drowning out
coherent thought.
Ringing, ringing, ringing.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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   Fawn
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