Aug 2013
our love
is a record
the tension of the static
the clarity
clearer and more beautiful
than before
it fills the room with music
begging us
to become lost
in its melodies
is a record
the tension of the static
the clarity
clearer and more beautiful
than before
it fills the room with music
begging us
to become lost
in its melodies
Written by
careless whisperer
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