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  1. windreamer · November 7, 2016

    So long since songs everyday day kept most bad feelings away. There was a drum, and a voice intertwining clarity, and sincerity together undeniably fit for more than mortal ears. To know that was available once, a blessing; To be without, a bit of a curse.

    round dance/49 inspired writing

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    Reminisced’ing

    Nowhere around yet your songs keep memories near
    Blank stares into thin air when your face disappears
    Retracing thoughts lead back to remembered tears
    Drifting away replays nights and days of hurting for years

    WinDreamer

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