As quietness settles in,
That ringing feels your ears,
Perhaps it's hiding something,
Maybe something is there that isn't wanted,
To strike at any minute,
As your hairs stand up on your neck,
Do not turn around my dear,
I'm sorry, you haven't noticed the ringing had stopped?
It's too late now,
Please don't take your eyes away from this screen,
Continue on,
Until the ringing comes back,
And if it doesn't-
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Poetrypoems. [READ PLEASE] i wrote most of this in the sixth grade. just saying.
