Without choice.

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a bicycle came with its bells ringing

I heard it having no choice

the birds chirping before sunlight even started falling

I heard it having no choice

the motor running since yesterday night

lifting water up over my head

I heard it having no choice

I played some jazz

none of that could carry away whatever

was haunting me from inside

and so I remained like that,

hearing without choice

as I waited for the night.

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