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Really
I was listening to every word he said
Fact is
His actions were louder
I felt them
They resonated past my ear drums
And richocet
Against my dermis to the inside
Of my heart
Causing an illusion in the kaleidoscope
Of my brain
Giving hallucinations to my waking moments
And my intuition
She knew it
She called it
Before he breathed it
But it didn't make the blow
Any softer
Frustration
I'll find joy in the morning
When I roll over.