Unobtainable

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 Whether it was putting in an extra beat, 
or leaving one out, I couldn't tell.
 
My heart seemed to have forgotten 
everything it ever knew 
about timing and co-ordination 
in its efforts to get through to someone 
on the other side of a wall.
 
As I lay in bed, I could hear it 
hammering away inside my pillow, 
being answered now and then 
by a distant guitar-note of bedsprings, 
pausing for a moment, as if listening, 
Then hurrying on as before.

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