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My head hums a choir of bent notes, tuning forks to every bruise. You catch the note and brace it, a rung, a room, a hand to use. We count to four; the room approves. The timber broadens underfoot. If I can’t shut my doubt, I’ll out-sing it with you. Stack the thirds until the rafters bloom. Let the lungs remember A minor. When the hush returns, leave a refrain on the nightstand—two forks, a note.
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My head hums bent notes Two forks tap each bruise You catch one, you brace it A rung, a room, your hand We find the floorboards sing You nod, I breathe again Count to four, we start The walls lean in to hear Sing it out Drown my doubt Stack thirds till beams bloom Let lungs find A minor I miss, you point me true We hold the line in time Your smile keeps tempo warm I lift, you lift me more Count to four, we rise The timber widens underfoot Sing it out Drown my doubt If noise comes back We sing it black Sing it out Drown my doubt Leave one note by the lamp Two forks, one quiet room
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