Sound Dreams
without the whirl
of a happy sound
too quiet the fan
the dim lighting
lacking air
sans morning sun
thoughts stifled
with buzzing
the sweat pouring
breezeless tease
dreams of
Winters cloak
the loudness
of the tinkers
like bells
9/5/2018
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