There is no such thing as silence.
No true space to escape.
The heating hums through the walls,
Electricity whines through the air,
Bubbles burst in the empty sink,
A car revs past,
The tap drips,
The meter clicks round another mark,
The television next door faintly tells the story of Albert Square,
A plastic box cracks as the temperature drops,
And my pen scratches across the page.
The silence of a night in the town.
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