Months Within The Hour
Hours of nothing
Thinking without thought
Staring out the window
Noise out loud forgot
Loitering inside
Leftover vibrations
Mimick voices echoed
Tyrannical sensations
When sound does escape
Screaming profanity
Mocking peace to be had
These moments claim sanity
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