Dystopian Junk Mail

Good Night Song

goodnightmusic

Elegant tune associations reel to reel soundscapes scrapes the skin off the ear drums of us all,
who have our ears pressed to the speaker, looking for the hidden message within. It's there somewhere. Underneath the music. Shhh. Listen. Under the treble. Turn it down. Shhh. It whispers somewhere from the by and by. Over the hills of clef cliffs, where the music dips into the water, and out to the horizon, to call up the night, as the sun dips itself in purple and pink sheets. Music, goodnight.

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