Words though a smoke filled room,
screens the sounds of emotional laughter
or the crying pain which is the fire of loudness.
Maybe it's me talking again ? or him?
she said'I heard though the mixed up hype
of the noise.
The noise which never seems to stop.
Sweet voices at the strange of times
along with hardness. is the quietness
of the soul or does it quiet the soul?
Loud mixed up is the mind that minds
I try to put a handle on her voice or
voices in a smoke filled room,
screened to a perfect pitch.
Yet no smoke to be seen, but a screen,set
so I can't hear myself think.
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