Idiosyncrasies Poem by M. Bloom

Idiosyncrasies

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Idiosyncrasies:

Little
Obvious, yet
Very unsettling deviations,
Ever-growing within time. Consuming

You with every passing comment
Over and over and over (dear God why can't it be over? !)
Until it stops... and limps away. Making space for silence.

Monday, March 4, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: silence
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