Sinister Silence
Quiet.
Without you around,
it's alien.
O you, who have
burdened my ears with
your raspberry tongue and
high-piched laugh,
Booming bellow and crazy
Cackle.
What I hate
I'm now accustomed.
Quiet.
Without you around,
it's alien.
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