the music flows,
through his ears,
into his veins,
there is nothing he hears.
picks up his phone,
dials a number,
a familiar voice sings,
he is no more alone.
there she sits,
in her little corner,
book in hand,
mug in the other.
her phone rings,
she picks it up.
her heart sings.
two hearts beating as one,
two souls singing the same song.
nothing matters anymore.
nothing, absolutely.
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