8/17/2019 Poetry Ioana Pica

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1.Noise

The noise surrounds us allI think.My world has just begun.

The noise embeds itself within,Our brains.We're all as one.

The noise will neer leaeOur side.It's sim!ly !art of us.

The noise, the noise will always gieOur deaths."nd mine is #lose.

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I sit alonemy ba#k in#linedand dirt under my nails.

My em!erors, I hear them laugh,my flesh is not enough.

They want my brainI want it tooand need it in my skull

&ut still, my hounds,my only friends,will hae it.

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