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Sirens sound

I have never gotten used to the sirens sound— a heart-piercing shriek as shrill as a wild pig’s. A blood-numbing wail, A spine-chilling, hair-raising cacophony that always jarred my nerves; It reminds me of a baby wailing a grim reaper slashing someone’s throat a rapist ripping apart his victim’s dress an angry wife tearing her marriage certificate a frustrated father tearing the will on his deathbed a howling wind piercing the silent night… these sirens sound seems to me more like the Siren’s call!

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Date: 12/2/2023 6:07:00 AM
I hate sirens too, especially at night. It's never a good thing
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Date: 12/2/2023 2:16:00 AM
You never get used to this kind of trauma.. an important poem with what is happening today
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