The Song of Purple Summer
Friday, December 25, 2009
crash outlet
The yelling gets louder, on both sides.
so I turn up the volume until I'm drowning in the noise.
I can feel their tension: my stomach knots, my heart races.
I need to get out, walk far away.
But instead I sit here, drowning in the noise.
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