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Utterances - by Brazdolph

Utterances in a blabbering flow


The noise of your own voice
Yet most of it
Will go unheard
In a herd of tales of woe
Cries fly in the face of silence
The deafening silence that floats in the thick
air of rooms
And in the thin air in tombs
A laughter will crackle and tackle it too
It´s expected
See? I told you
I´m always telling you though you won´t listen
Utterances
Flow
Unheard
I
Too
Have stopped
Listening