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Silence, screams, lullaby
these sounds you couldn't hear,
but me.

Clear, blurred, faded sight
your reflection is too bright,
with those glowing purple eyes.

Height of wall,
weight of fall
a euphemism in phantasm.

Heed the call,
it bellows,
you pretend, it isn't there.

— The End —