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Sep 2014
I know I’m a broken record on repeat
How do I play a tune I’ve never heard?
I’m only aware of one beat
A singular whistle, limited to one solitary bird
Scared and alone I clutch onto my only record
Its lonely luxury is what I look toward
Hugo Van Meervenne
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Hugo Van Meervenne
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