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To Waver

The child with her fingers in her ears
Hears little besides the pounding of her heart,
Her life blood running steadily through her.
The innocent anger that shuts out all audibility,
Save for her untrained mind,
Defaces her own temperament.
For a moment, the exasperated viewer
Is silenced as well, as three seconds
Smirk at everyone.
You aren’t as influential as you thought.

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