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1 min readJun 25, 2019
I hear music coming through the walls
My head says “quiet.” My heart sings along
I see strangers coming to the door
My head says “lock it.” My heart says “come in where it’s warm”
I feel tired but I can’t fall asleep
My head keeps talking. My heart says “dream”
I taste something bitter resting on my lips
My head saves it for later. My heart seals it with a kiss
I want to be like the walls. Worn and paper thin
My head says “don’t.” My heart lets the noise in