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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The people downstairs

Why are you so miserable?
 What makes two people who appear to hate each other
 stay together?
 You fight both morning and night.
 You yell and wake me from a sound sleep
 For seven years I have listened to this, and wondered why.
 You must get pleasure from it.
Where are your smiles?
 Where is your laughter?
 Was it shattered in a door slam?
Were you ever happy together?
 Is there passion hidden in that misery?
I am tired
You woke me up
Be still and know peace
My neighbors