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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required But they look at me with pride To have carried the silence To have carried you this far They hear the humming of the car As your hand caresses my burning window Your mood ring turns brown Driving me faster towards the graveyard Where the dead will listen Where the lies will glisten Listen. . .LISTEN Don’t ignore the little voices! JUST LISTEN! They want everything they are not Even as they rot, the voices rise As your cares die As the baffled pride rides through the night I carry more and more wretches Away from the lies. . .away from the cries Their existence forgotten and aching What a tough decision I am stuck to making! Preparing the dough in this cursed hearse My backdoor opening, BURNING Letting the souls slide inside me Get in everyone. . . One by one As they grin. . .they know only what appears WHY ME!? CAN’T YOU HEAR!? Can’t you LISTEN. . .LISTEN! Close your eyes The hearse is nothing—hear the cries! And they are NOT mine NEVER MINE Swallowing lies. . .saying goodbyes I parallel park for the night On the silent, red curb The sanctuary of the ignored They touch me but dare not look inside Groups of laughing noise surrounding us As I try to uncover them—to strengthen their wilted throats But they are deaf and blinded And all is for naught There is a small soul within every crowd A soft voice against the senile bickering of the strong And the small souls wish they would listen
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