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soul MAG

March 24, 2021
By Anonymous

I press my ear to the floor,
only the mosaic tiles know
my secrets, my tears,
my unspoken words
I tell them to the man
living underneath
I can hear him playing the drums
his thumps reverberate in my head,
my chest, my body, and
the words of my past
run through my veins like morphine
I lay my head
where my heart is
and listen to his sweet melodies



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