Words like a fine sand pour between the cracks of this weathered grey matter. Poetry unspoken, unwritten — beautiful lyrics imagined, rehearsed, then lost upon an absent mind.
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Words like a fine sand pour between the cracks of this weathered grey matter. Poetry unspoken, unwritten — beautiful lyrics imagined, rehearsed, then lost upon an absent mind.
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The Avalanches - Midnight Sun
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