I hear it in their voices every time they say my name,
and every time I hear it, it sounds eerily the same.
Pouring over every single syllable I hear,
variegating sentences assault the inner ear.
Deviating from the norm like a verbal panacea,
Fluctuates in variance until it disappears.
Slowly fading is the cadence of the voices that I hear,
until the next occurrence falls upon my attentive ears.
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