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something that rocks you back and forth at night while your mother screams.
something that caresses your hair as your little sister shrieks.
something that croons to you as you lie awake listening to your parents shout.
my only savior.
i can taste your voice in my mouth.
the music dances on my skin.
but i cannot hear it
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