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Nov 2020
There is this scream;
a voice that is loud,
but often incoherent,
yet powerful.
The walls of my mind echo
this scream
and pages are filled
with lousy reproductions.
For it is delayed
and smoothed out.
The raw shrillness
stays hidden within.
Written by
JJ Inda  36/M/Miami FL
(36/M/Miami FL)   
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