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Feb 2021
as it were
i  b r  e    a      k
full of wasted grace
making the dry dust
that remains
my instrument
writing all the wrongs
new lyrics
for an old song
time lost
to an arcane rhythm
m      a  d
from the absurdity
of this life
that I suffer
in verse

through crescendo

and endless

Written by
Tran Thuy Anh
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