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Jul 2019
I’m not sure which is more pleasurable

      The last ounce of sugar on my tongue
      The echo unsung
      Or the quiet words in perfect unison

Sung, a most capable accompaniment
The kind which doesn’t make me feel alone

In the silence of a broken room
Your song sings words to the reticent me

Make me feel both old and new
Words really do mean more at night, like a song.
Written by
       AS, S Olson, Jamadhi Verse, Perry and Emily Jennie
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