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May 1
The ringing is loud.
I finally tell her
And it's like
Nothing
Happened.
I wonder if
She even
remembers.
(Of course she does)
The ringing is loud.
I was talking
to her the other day
I could hardly
Focus on
What she was
Saying
The ringing is loud
Before I could
Tell her
Every thing
Got
Out of whack
Jaw chattering
Always pacing
my contained
Area.
My contained
Thoughts
Songs and secrets
spinning in my head
The ringing is loud
And all the while
no one notices
Loud is the new
usual
Sorry, not much of a poem.

Or a least not to me.
Nicole
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Nicole  F
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