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Attention


I can’t listen to your life, anymore.  
It’s all a fire and noise.  
Calm becomes intruder who is
Quickly shunned and exiled.  
Drama is not my intention 
But it’s what your presences dictates.  
It flows like a Shakespearian quill.

The gentle calligraphy
Of your sullen chronology
Tends to blister the heart.
It tends to soil the message.

It’s a far distance
To go from repetition
To comprehension
And you,
My dear,
Lack the patience.

The silence is deafening

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