Creaking bed upstairs. My own creaking water bed. Garbage men shouting at 2AM. Conversations in the mind. Humming AC. Cats fighting. Quiet crimes away from street lights. Car alarms. A backfire. Loud breathing. Music barely discernible. Someone is singing. A sad barking.
Two people arguing. Passing wind. A baby burp. Ticking, ticking.
All the things you should have said. The silences you should have respected.
The moon yawns.
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