.::-:The Den of the Last Angel:-::. - Overtalkative

Poem for today. About my friend.
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Speaking so loud
So fast without breathing
Not sure how you do it
Somehow, I'm jealous

That you're so unable 
To keep your mouth shut
And that you're able
to disturb whatever unfortunate citizens
are standing in a one-block radius

A thousand eyes on only us
As your words pierce the cool collected mumbles of the town
There is no silence as long as your presence exists
How creepy that I've written a poem like this.
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I couldn't think of anything else. Because I was bored and my friend who I almost never see was here to visit. so I decided to write this.