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He blinks,

He sees,

He blinks again.

Perceives.

He hears:

A shout, a cry, a lament.

He drowns it out with giggles and chirps.

Intent on not hearing.

Opens his mouth.

Metal, salt, dirt.

The taste of tumult.

So he closes his mouth before he can speak.

He keeps holding his breath,

For he cannot dare breathe,

In the pungent reek of malice

For how long can he reject his need?

Battles with his senses,

Everyday.

Succumbs to his helplessness.

And stays sealed.

But.

He feels.

Despite his efforts.

He still feels.

He feels.