sleep quietly... so i can hear what you've been trying to tell me all along. through your pipe-organ, your chest-drum, let me hear your message in my ears. i watch the music rise and fall with your skin. if only i could translate it... the story unknown to all but the sleepers.
if only i could sleep and sing along with your chorus.
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