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Subdued
Like muffled voices behind doors:
Trace amounts
Of sound
Enough to cast doubt,
But not loud
Enough to absorb
fully.

The bully of language.

Sly.

Apt enough

To leave damaged participles

Of anguish

Then vanish.

But why?

What purpose exists

Languishing

In its mist -

the bloated abyss

Of its worn cries?

Manage the discord, I guess,

Til the liminal sound

Winds down enough

For subliminal you

To belie yourself

That it died.