In the farthest city light:
Cars slosh down the street in the night rain.
I have walked down this road and back again.
The wind howling sounds like I live on the edge of the world.
Slosh howl slosh howl howl slosh howl.
NO ONE LISTENS… - I I have been able to speak now for at least a month, but before that there were four months of what I can only call subconsciously self-impose...
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