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Poetry posted as and when it happens. Sounds come from drums and pipes. From silences ,vacated by crickets. Men turning in a sleep, from dreams. The wedding sounds are of joint sleep. Of many liquid nights and tear sounds. From black-lined eyes, red hurt noses. Sounds of two bodies sleeping, rising. Posted in poetry by A. We hear about the boy who stared in the hospital.