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the semicolon;
Such sounds 
18th Apr 2014 05:28 pm
Wash sky out of colour.
Wring symbol out of words.
Rain drips down in mornings
that start hours past noon.
Stubborn spoons conduct food
which dismount from mouth.

What action, from this room?
This room is full of static,
ions clashing in my skin.
Fan on top churns and churns
sour milk of my body.

“Stay with us,” I catch such sounds.
I am, look –
my body is not moving away.

(Challenge was to write a poem without the letter 'e'. Bonus challenge: at least 10 lines.)
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