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The Noise, Too Loud

Two lights too dimmed to care at all

She moves amidst the mindless crowd. Too loud—

The sounds she’s heard before— sure to make her fall.

Life is but a hassle, while death be not proud.

 

Her days are counted, though she knows not how

Long. Her lights are cast towards the ground. She stares

At nothing, feels nothing, is nothing, now.

Or perhaps she was always nothing to her peers.

 

Two lights illuminate as she passes

He loves her. He loves her with sunlike heat.

She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know. Nor

Does he know it is the last time they’ll meet.

 

If only had he said something could he

Have saved her? No one knows—all that they know

Was that he didn’t. They found her in the bathtub—

Two lights too dimmed to care at all.

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