quiet

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and as I lay,
as the night and quiet consume me,
it's louder than it's ever been.

I can hear the cars driving too fast,
I hear the crickets singing goodnight,
and I can feel the vibration of the rain falling on the slanted roof and the pavement below.

I can hear my heart beating,
I can feel the blood pulsing,
and I listen to my steady breathing.

quiet is never quiet.

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