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Feb 2016
Listening to sad songs
having a moment with my feelings.
Blocking the sound of everyone laughing together.
The melody is my love.
It speaks to me and is honest.
But it doesn't know me.
It's a moment I can control to hear
what I want.
I'm not reprimanded or the elephant in the room.
To **** it I'll turn on the record player.
To go back to old school before this
transition.
I can turn on a song whenever I want but it takes a broken back and ****** hands to
turn you on.
I can turn off the song when I need to but you just love to hear yourself talk.
When one hears a song one should listen and learn.
You don't.
Luna Casablanca
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Luna Casablanca
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