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Apr 2013
Everyone's stomping about
heaving a long-winded sigh
looking weary, exhausted, deplete.
Garage door slowly creaks and whines open
someone leave
garage door closes.
Silence ensues
crickets chirp their nightly song.
A fool comes down
making endless, vein-throbbing noise.
Make it go away.
Disappear.
Bring back the peace of silence.
Sara Ackermann
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Sara Ackermann  23/F/New Richmond, Wisconsin
(23/F/New Richmond, Wisconsin)   
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