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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1866841

Free verse.

I hear the whispers as I
sleep.
I hear the murmers as I
walk.
I hear everything they say
as I talk.
Why can't I leave?
Is it because I want to
be there? Why? I do not
know.
Is this Hell?
Is this Heaven?
I do not know,
but I do know,
that I hear them wherever
I go.
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