sound of september

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i sat, and i feel everything around me
i hear everything, but i am blind

i settle my gaze upon the disheveled blanket that covers my toes
its color dancing with the rays of the sun

and i hear faint—no—loud noises

animalistic sounds,
the whisper of the wind,
the swaying of the trees,
the vibrations of my body,

i hear it all, but i am blind

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