Oh how we

love

the sound

of

our own

voice.

what genius
what insight
and
truth
we deserve
a
commendation
for such sensitivity
and
intensity

listen to your melody

its seductive

convinced
we are
and hope
to
convince
you too
it is only
later
when its dark
cold
and lonely
when we can hear
the echo
of our voice
and how
it falls flat
and meaningless
to the floor
below
absorbed by
the
carpet
like
a glass
of
red wine.

if only
you had listened.

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