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Oct 2013
noise cuts through
an insomniacs silence
frustrating,
blame the noises for your lack of sleep
I'm tired.
frustration turns bitter,
the hour is late.
you are so loud.

© 2015 Kate Volk
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   Lorraine day and Nat Lipstadt
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