Broken Records and Scratched CDs by The New Kestrel

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Aug 2013

My heart skips.
And repeats.
Every time I meet you.

I'm sure you know.
And I dread the day
(That I hope will not come)
When the feeling dissipates.

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The New Kestrel

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