The playlist ends and the world rushes back,
filling the gaps and the silence I lack.
It’s not quite a song, and it’s not quite a roar,
just the sound of the wind through the crack in the door.
I’m catching my breath in the quiet between,
somewhere in the middle of a digital dream.
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Author:
Lilmoonxx (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2026 09:12
- Comment from author about the poem: For when you’ve had your headphones on for too long and you finally take them off to just be.
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Comments1
What an experience coming back from that world. Nicely written
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