These are the songs I have tried not to sing, the things I have failed to say. I lay awake some nights, composing letters that I will never set to type. Constantly revised, they flutter at the back of my mind, filing themselves away the moment dreams melt into deep sleep
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I may return for the sake of other late-night mongerings composed of empty letters and unfinished work.
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