Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.
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Errand of Mercy
"Tell us."
Their voices
seem to echo
and scrape
resound
and rebound
cut
and burn
and freeze—
I can feel
them
in my mind,
I know
I cannot hold out forever.
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A/N: this poem is Spock's thoughts when under the mindsifter.