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I know a thousand things louder than a soldier's gun.
I know the heartbeat of his mother.
and i wonder if Beethoven held his breath
the first time his fingers touched the keys
the same way a soldier holds his breath
the first time his finger coaxes the trigger.
We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.
Like Pacman in the eighties,
she swallows my ghosts.