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Entry #4

Poem I wrote. <3

2009-11-13 23:12:18 by CrimsonCoast

Sound.

They silenced everything.
He locked himself away.
but no room could protect him,
from the infectious sound.
Quiet echoed off the walls.
Piercing his ears, like arrows.
His eyes are gone.
If he can not hear what he sees,
then what purpose do they serve?
But, his ears still remain.
Because he awaits the day,
he might hear a noise again.


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zerogeasszerogeass

2009-11-14 00:10:01

win

CrimsonCoast responds:

lol i suppose that is the opposite of fail.


SquareHardSquareHard

2010-02-28 14:48:00

i like your squirrel :3

CrimsonCoast responds:

thanks ^-^


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