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27 Hollow sounds My daughter in bed all day. Outside, leaves fall out of season, brittle notes of letting go. she wears her ipod, I hear the hollow sounds of song as I pass by. I can’t stand music anymore, the tune of anyone’s voice. I’d rather live in silence. Ask this house to hold me, its beams be my bones. Ask for quiet. distant leaf blowers drone making the world bare. ...

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