Right past the mildewed art on the wall,
My heartbeats stain the downbeat of a mellow song
While the crickets catch laryngitis in this cold concrete fortress
And that dream you were telling me plays over and over
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This is really beautiful, very surreal. It doesn't completely make sense though- maybe sort out what you want to say in a poem before you publish it? This is thought-provoking though, thanks for sharing :)