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She turns, asks me, "how was it?" They say, "Oh, so...them? Again?" Souls commemerate life on paper Shared presences, eyes, ears clear Standing instraments sound in slow Live music bravely gifts no choice Feet placed, entro playlists all before Holding rails, drum kick hearts Those words on paper pass through Years, deserving hands, layered skill Gears and electricity guide lights Backdropped venues, encores done You said hearnestly, "we're a song" I answer her, "I'm ready for again"
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Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
Fourth Time, Front Row
She turns, asks me, "how was it?" They say, "Oh, so...them? Again?" Souls commemerate life on paper Shared presences, eyes, ears clear Standing instraments sound in slow Live music bravely gifts no choice Feet placed, entro playlists all before Holding rails, drum kick hearts Those words on paper pass through Years, deserving hands, layered skill Gears and electricity guide lights Backdropped venues, encores done You said hearnestly, "we're a song" I answer her, "I'm ready for again"
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Mar 18, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
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