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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Beautiful, Tomic. ✨💫
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Thanks, Lia. Hope all is well with you 🙂
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