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Fatal Echoes

Words reverberate
Off of the insides of my skull,
Past words I have said,
Past words that pained me,
Past words that warmed me.
An assortment of words that bombard my brain
They attack it with all of their feelings,
Leaving no lobe unattended
Causing my brain to pulse
In a threat of fatality.





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