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It’s quiet.
The dogs,
My lover,
My son, 
Appliances,
Weather…
Mute.

Nothing,
Save for crickets and frogs,
The symphony
Of the subtropics.
I bask in the rarity,
Feel my soul sing.

For when it’s quiet,
When I am nothing
To anyone,

I am free.

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Written by Del
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