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Comfort In Sound

 
lately, I’ve been  
having this thought  
that I rattle when I walk  
 
jangle limbed  
a spine like old church bells  
in splintering rafters  
 
teeth grinding  
a folk instrument  
in my mouth  
 
as I take white pills,  
drumming my stomach  
in rolling rhythms.  
 
This back is percussion,  
you should hear it crashing  
a morning’s cymbal  
 
over and over  
this symphony of pain—  
music  
 
endlessly  
repeats
 
 
Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
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