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Noise

The fan was always around

in the summer, in the winter, in the wet and drowned.

never did it stop its sound

never did it’s cacophony cease

or find it’s peace.

only when the girl was gone, the fan was put to the ground, with dirt surround, never to be found.

sure the girl was gone did the fan stop.

sure once the fan was buried it did sob.

but I think it truly found its peace in its teardrop.