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title: Echoes
week: 22
date: 2025-06-04
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the sounds are coming back\
they're out on a spree\
my thoughts bounce and stack\
while walls restrain me 

I turn, spin around\
look out over vast\
my mind wanders freely\
untied from my past

some day I'll need to go\
you'll see it on my face\
as all reflects back \
in that dreary dismal place

while walls restrain me\
my thoughts bounce and stack\
they're out on a spree\
the sounds are coming back
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You can still hear the echoes drum\
Their warning cries now muffled so\
Mistaken as a marching song\
Now spuring movement from the dead

A few with malice start a hum\
That leads a chant the people grow\
Now caught in drowning sing along\
They will forget those cries of dread

Recall the cries and echo some\
So they take heed and join the show\
Preserve the warnings, sound the gong\
Lest they become our own instead