DEAD EAR.
Where are the whispers I heard between raindrops?
Feet falling on snow smothered concrete,
kisses that never fell on the lips.
We held hands in the streets on judgement day
And laughed in the face of a great deluge.
We stood in awe of the street light serenade,
the last two human beings on earth locked into a terminal courtship.
Although the taste was sweet the effects were bitter,
we knew everyone was lying on the ocean floor with shoes of stone.
Hers was an act of mercy and tragic dichotomy
not of sincerity.
Now I walk those streets alone,
The lights flicker and the wind is violently still.
Where once such extravogant screaming took place
now silence reigns supreme.
"They call him DEAD EAR because he will no longer listen to reason"
Silver trophy winner
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but they sound pretty 
. Thank you for following the rules... even if it doesn't give me something to complain about 
. Judges like complaining 
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