The sound as if she’s playing my old balle music box gets Louder every time you listen to it. It's like it's lorrying you down to a peaceful place like you can’t return back to reality. It drags you down and down till you go to sleep. It's like it pulls you further down till you can’t move again. Or till there's nothing left but the music playing a duet again and again that you can’t stop playing it around. You wait for it to stop but you can’t help the music that it gets stuck in your head and that you can’t get it out. Then a bird's feather falls on top of the music box as if it ended with a single feather.
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