While waiting alone
At a lonely bend and
The time was passing by
Having no ears to lend.
On the long nights; to
Keep your demons at bay.
And some empty
Thoughts away.
Sticking around the neck;
To shield you from toxic men,
The earphones that stood
For you, like a hazmat suits-
Are also called buds for
A reason my friend.
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