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I wake still and far too often with the all-too-slowly but oh so evanescently fading memory of her voice. Ever since that odious event, that heinous malevolent and deafeningly persistent drumming in my head that disturbs my sleep distracts my thoughts and haunts the daymares of my diminishing life. The blaring, blasting bluster, the eruption of molten viscous sound that barks, yaps, yelps and yowls, that sounds, resounds and reverberates. How can I escape the cacophany that threatens to enmesh me? How can I return to the tranquillity of a serene silence?
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC
Caterwauling
I wake still and far too often with the all-too-slowly but oh so evanescently fading memory of her voice. Ever since that odious event, that heinous malevolent and deafeningly persistent drumming in my head that disturbs my sleep distracts my thoughts and haunts the daymares of my diminishing life. The blaring, blasting bluster, the eruption of molten viscous sound that barks, yaps, yelps and yowls, that sounds, resounds and reverberates. How can I escape the cacophany that threatens to enmesh me? How can I return to the tranquillity of a serene silence?
joseph-sinclair
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC
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