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My stories

I wonder if it isn't that the brush is too heavy, but that it's always been too heavy

Every moment bleeds into others, as watercolors do in a child's artwork. There are no words in this studio, no sounds, simply the music and an echo. I think I was crying out to you. I think I knew you once.
Cherry

Torn

"Hello?" I say, the vocal epitome of cool, because I'm sure as hell not cool physically right now.

Keep it in a jar because no one wants it.

Call me the new classic The boy who's always vlasic because people are a pickle and when you're stuck in the middle all you can say is give me back that day and this because there was no photo finish

The Architect

I live a life of sharp edges, but I never desire for chamfering One day I'll slip through the placid curves of easy living, but right now I want to face every degree of opposition, even if it turns me in a circle

Box of strings layered with keys and meaning

Chords thunder under finger pressure Keys bend as I tell them my story Notes fly and logic defies me as does life The instrument is black and white, but the grey are is in the pedals

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