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The cry of the Locust (Free verse) by nothingtoanyone
Glazed eyes
Flat and hollow Deflated by the quarrels of time.
Speechless windows
From a place long forgotten.
Shells that once held everything under beauty and power.
Up rise the furry,
and strikith down upon you,
The weight of many troubles
and the worry of a thousand souls.
Now thy will hold everything on a string with only one supporting finger.
Feel the burden ,FEEL, the craving ever so strong.
Feel the desire to break free of the ringing in your ears.
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