stethoscope
can you hear me?
would you change it all for another chance at this life?
it is quiet over here.
my words are drawn out and i can't figure out why.
echoed through what i thought i once felt,
i was promised doom and yet i found the opposite in the gaze.
stethoscope
tell me, is it quiet where you are too?
where a sign of spring can signify another meeting?
the narrative is flawed.
we are only meant for what we pursue;
quietly.
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