regret is fertile ground
for stories.
leaving you behind,
in the wake of a faster life
that is not mine.
your voice in my head
has the song of six strings,
trying desperately.
the streetlights flood me,
and i am left alone
with what i have done.















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and the link is gorgeous.
(why not four strings? P; )
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let's go play on a baggage carousel
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(because i am four strings
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Stop bitching, start a revolution.
(because i am four strings
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Stop bitching, start a revolution.
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Stop bitching, start a revolution.
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Ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put -Winston Churchill
If I could tell you what it meant there would be no point in dancing it -Isadora Duncan
Softer world is amazing.
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Stop bitching, start a revolution.
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