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Ringing

Ears are ringing

No escape found…

High pitched squealing

To lower buzzing…

Most days

The constant hum…

When storms approach

The sounds overwhelm…

Turn on music or TV

Something to compete…

The waves of nausea

Inevitably come…

Just as waves

Crashing against the shore…

No quiet found

Even with hands over ears…

With wishful heart

The body yearns for the storm’s passing…

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