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[brokenbuccaneer]

And we drained all the hearts in our night sky till nothing was upheld but the lonley throbbing,
constantly reminding us how the beat came and went.
Play on ghost band!
We still listen,
though the songs can only be heard by those who have passed on.
Play On!
That Rythm of sorrow and struggle,
sweet release and bitter sustain.

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[christentine]

<3