Transmission from an empty room
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, 13-08-16 at 00:36 (884 Views)
It had started to rain.
A fine mist dancing downwards through the sodium light,
mingling with exhaled smoke, a swirl of blues and some off-colored backbeat.
Countless pin pricks burst along my arms.
Cool effervescence from a muted grey sky.
The mist grows heavy and cold, more anxious to be heard, some secret to be told.
But its message is lost in its satiating chill, swept away with all the other lies.
Meaningless words for there is only this and this is not words.
There are no words.
And we cannot hear.
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