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Mar 2014
Oh God.
The noises, the voices.

Where have they gone?

To drive them away is the insanity
Utter madness in the false name of serenity.

Here and there.
In the trees.
In the basements.
On the road.
On the couches.
At 2 A.M.
In the dead of night.
The same places they've always been.

Still searching.
The noises, the voices.

Oh God.
Written by
Christian McGeehan
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