It makes the world sound
like you have cotton
in your ears.
And you weren't sure
if it was because
you got tired of the noise
or just found something
better to listen to.
And now you can't
be expected
to do anything
other than hear
familiar sounds drop
from a stranger's tongue
and fall fast,
half gone
in and
instant.
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