Moans of the disabled
from the house next door,
whining from a neighbor's dog,
missing his absent master,
thumping bass
from a lowrider driving by,
a wannabe gangster
sharing the vibrations of his soul,
as my ears cringe.
Give me a quiet room,
the sound of a feather,
falling...
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