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a metaphor for crippled love

Time freezes

lists are forming

deep in this abyss

of shattered notes

and misinterpreted rhythms

the tones are all wrong

the strings being twisted

around the wrong octave

forcing you into a cave

of violent vibrations

with the beat off track

this isn’t how it’s supposed to be

this isn’t how it’s supposed to be

the lyrics are forming

the wrong rhymes

the songs aren’t being

sung on time

the individual beauty of sound

has been combined

into a mess of just noise

being produced

on the wrong records

being shipped

to the wrong record stores

when it should be here with me

it should be here with me.

 

d.s

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dani-2
American
Published
Apr 4, 2013
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