In August, when cicadas sing
combine, inside my ear, a ring
with my tinnitus, is the thing.
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In August, when cicadas sing
combine, inside my ear, a ring
with my tinnitus, is the thing.
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Oh my tinnitus; parading down the street like a Trump military parade.
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🙂 I have learned to ignore them both.
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