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sirens spitting blue and red screams

chime of singing pipes

clip-clop nails on torn hardwood floors

the place where my toes meet my feet and fill them with stuttering cold

grumbling hum of empty car stomachs

cats fighting

movement of air

intrusive voice melodies of silhouetted strangers

nose scratch

house shifting on resolute foundation

the echo of your voice somewhere behind my left earlobe

storm door slam with each cloud breath

a hissing furnace met with shrill reply writing words in steam

tonight is the loudest night


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