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Noise

Noise spilling into corners,
Blaring from, out of windows.
Sound, white as air, rushes past
In an orchestra of percussion.

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Something I did in class one day, out of pure boredom. I plan to continue this; just posted this up here first. Constructive criticism would be appreciated.
Written January 7th, 2006

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  • n ick
    January 6, 2007
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    coolio butteh

    the last sentence had too many syllabus(es?!)

    i guess.


    • n ick
      January 6, 2007
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      oh whoops typo,

      "syllabus(es?!)" ---> "syllable"