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Flashes Of Feedback
There are flashes of feedback
when I try and listen;
Not from you, you play with precision;
It’s your echo;
The silence of what once was,
the times filled with just because;
It’s static that just won’t go away,
it’s your echo;
Feeling your hands
digging fresh marks along my spine
turning the pit of my stomach,
it’s your echo drawing blood;
So deep I choke on you,
on what you’re always able to do;
The fire in your hands,
the echo of a spell caster stirs;
It’s so difficult to swallow
keep my insides down;
My tears, a mimic of your echo
feed on flashes of feedback.
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Melani Udaeta
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