Take a moment to count this beating drum underneath my ribs and listen for the skip as this organ is flawed like a worn down record forever on loop this needle is dragging across the vein of sober days with rainy ways to counter balance a haze on horizons so bleak. Whisper to this heart, a lullaby if you will, and listen to the response as it continues its drone. Chant a hymn to the choir and reverberate distracted control is in the hands of the one whom chooses to fade away to the back.
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