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Aug 2019
The rhythmic tapping
Of children's feet
A heart monitor
Flatlining
Pale broken fingers
On deadened keys
A muted buzz
Mosquitoes hum
The bated ticking
Of a car engine sitting
A haunted melody
Of gasping breath
A heart against a ribcage
The crunching of gravel
Cool water trickling
Leaves whispering
A lone voice singing
Blistering wind

More than just sounds
I feel them now
After darkness
Light is more than colour
Life is different afterwards.
Written by
hannah  F/Haven, ME
(F/Haven, ME)   
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