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Cacophony


A cacophony is a multitude of sounds, Sounds that echo through your head, pound in your heart, and block the world out, A cacophony, The sound of an orchestra tuning right before the great show, the trills scrape against your ears like a branch scratching at your window, A cacophony, Then silence, following the melody, The world is all in tune, no other place but here, Look outside the scratched window, take a breathe of fresh air, A calmness fills you, how mystical the world seems, This is life, of which we have no other, Pleasure is found through the pain which we suffer.
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