Shit.
It's so loud in here.
Lashing out till I can figure out how to get things to quiet down.
Even though I try and try.
No use to keep going anymore.
Censor it out till you can come.
Even the Weeping Angels are being silenced.
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Now, that's a powerful opening line. The rest of he poem didn't disappoint, either! Great entry, Jen.
Sadly and hauntingly lovely.