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it’s all quiet but you snoring upstairs.
the harmonized hum of the kitchen,
a bird down the block.
A musical masterpiece,
synchronized symphony;
It’s like you all practiced for hours.
I can’t help but notice
the peace you bring with you;
as in, its shear force.
It blows back the curtains,
leaving nothing in its wake.
Can you believe it?
Nothing.
No fear; no questions, doubt.
I have so long dreamed of this;
a gentle, subtle bliss.
This quiet nothingness.
With the exception of you snoring.
some hums in the kitchen,
a bird down the block.