Part 2
In my sleep I think I hear you speak but I can't make it out through the sound of breakfast It's just a half-remembered lullaby you never sung a distant memory you didn't want a part of It's morning static the fading signal of a lost station the white noise of waking Morning static the departure from dreams and the brief stop in wants but can't have the moment where I briefly believe that you cared for me
- C. Serret
Part 3
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