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Feb 2018
Sing me a song.
Sing of days of folly.
Sing it sad...
Sing it as it is.
Sing its story.

Extend each syllable
into mournful vibratos.
Drown the
crests of choruses
with wrenching falsettos.

Let it be soft...
But sharp as a knife is keen.
Let it reach into my chest.
And grab at the lull in between.


So sing me a song.
Sing to me how I failed.
Serve me my sadness.
Sing to me...
My tale.
ryn
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