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Sunday, October 10, 2010
Screams
Tear the air apart
Vibrations to rock and rip
Silence asunder
Impassioned with noise
Pushed past my breaking point
Spit passion to wind.
So fuck the quiet
And your meek mannerisms
Break it with my screams.
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