Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap....
Tap... ..... ..... .... ....
Tap.... .... ... ... ..
Tap....
Tap.
Tap.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap
That annoying constant sound.
On, and on, and on, and on, and on.
Over and over.
Repetition, but never on a sound beat.
The sheet that covers me from hearing the other sounds.
It drowns them out.
Everyone may laugh at a joke but under the sheet is where all is shallow.
I throw up my dark colors and see the gleaming glow of the sun rather it being a dehydrating time spent trying to find some warmth.
Another I shall invite turn around and leave me with only my heart exposed.
Leaving the being under a blanket.
Everyone shares their sheets and blankets. They also dance alone and faux soft and vast.
All pass before and around, shedding some layers every now and then. Only to give the one who's trying to crawl out. To bask under the warmth and look into stars that embrace you with
Repeat
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tap...
Tap
Tap.........
Tap.
Tap, Tap.
Tap....
Tap............
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Ap.
Tap
It's constant.
What is that dream besides wants of something silly.
I'm fine.
