Something To Do

I have got something to do, I am an ant you see. I have got someplace to go, If you listen you'll know.


Hearts & Violins

The violin strings on my heart, Lifting, stripping, and breaking apart. I feel it with my breathing in. I feel it with my breathing out. The echoing melody is a sorrow. Its distant wail turns sun to snow. And I have known it. I have heard it before not long ago, When I searched my …

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