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voices Apr 2014
I am suffocating in your library house
persons occupy each corner
each with his own set of headphones
restless teenagers eventually napping
melancholy faces in whisper
the unspoken rule of noiselessness
to you, consideration matters more
than togetherness, and as long
as I offer to cream your coffee
you have found the perfect marriage
meanwhile,
our neighbors laugh loudly below us
and we think they are the odd ones
voices Apr 2014
the decorations of my inner thoughts
are no longer available to you
your face cannot hide perceived slights
avoidant eyes handcuff my freedom
the chasms caused by obsessing
are not worth the page they are written on

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