Noisy Chamber

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The pounding, the silent echo going


It goes on and on

The constant repetition going from 6 am till 7 15 am


Living in the  city

Where the art of love-making is interrupted by a baby’s cry

It’s an environment where the possibilities are endless

It’s also a loner’s paradise.

The silent echo

When the noise of construction ends

The quick sigh of relief

When you drop your bag from work

As your throat aches for that glass of lemonade

You sit back down to recline on your plush leather chair

It’s Friday night and just as you are about to relax

All you hear in your head is


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