Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

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LP side one and I’m already drifting

Sway like trees in autumn breeze

It’s lifting

The words and the swells and the highs and the lows

The way it all hits and echoes (echoes echoes)

Could be I’m projecting but maybe –

When you’re singing for yourself

You’re also singing for me.

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