A Measure Of Time Between The Notes

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Moments of chaos rule the day,
Disquiet divides the night.
A sleepless dawn
Surrenders itself, again,
Into another restive morn.
Dreams, once, of passion,
Days of willing hunger,
Traded an eternity ago
For some still elusive balance.
Wounds have become scars,
And scars, reminders,
To more closely listen
For your whispers,
Now surrounding.
For as a measure of time,
Between the notes
Sets free the music
Shrouded by noise,
A measure of silence,
Amidst the tumult,
Loosens the love
Entombed within my soul

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