noises
I hear sounds
Seemingly normal to others
A wave of memory and regret for me
It crashes into the shore cruel and unforgiving
Like a stained glass window
The paint is always there
Never leaving
And shows strongest when light is cast upon it
The sounds carry their own stories based on who you ask
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