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NOWHERE
Street sounds rumble like distant thunder
Voices echo from adjacent yards
A sprinkler spins
A lawn mower growls
But nowhere can I hear
The joy of your laughter.
Cold rain tumbles against window panes
White noise chatters from the radio
A fire crackles
A sleeping dog stirs
But nowhere can I hear
The peace of your breathing.
Soft light filters through parted curtains
Hopeful trills greet the sun’s slow dawning
A faucet drips
An alarm clock hums
But nowhere can I hear
If my heart’s still beating.
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