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Jul 2013
This silence -
deafening.
I can hear
the beating
of my own heart;
it pounds loud
heavy and clear,
ripping my eardrums.
I can almost
taste scarlet juices
running down my ears
to my cheeks
to my mouth
to my being.

Now,
I am deaf.
Zaira Diana
Written by
Zaira Diana  Manila
(Manila)   
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