Beneath each sentence in my story,
There is a second verse.
The verse of quiteness, and peace galore
Sitting alone on my bedroom floor.
Plainly searching for a way to fit in,
And unfold the lines.
Unfold the lines to hear the chorus,
To repeat the words, that no one would word.
You must unfold the lines, or my story will never be heard.
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