City noises,
wind seeping through the gaps of the windows,
the clock on its monotone,
ticking and dripping from the tap
I count as they hit the metal sink,
heart throbbing and breath deep and long
blowing from the nostrils,
melancholic symphony pervading this emptiness,
I hear a violin caterwaul.
and silence,
a sad yet soothing one,
embracing me.
such sweet caress as my eyes and bones surrender
to gravity's sweet repose.
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