7:24, Friday, 2nd June
I hear your voice in the dense ticking of clocks
that drowns out the silence in short intervals,
you're driving me insane.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
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7:24, Friday, 2nd June
I hear your voice in the dense ticking of clocks
that drowns out the silence in short intervals,
you're driving me insane.
