Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment.
To those song-
writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own.
To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
Monday, September 02, 2013
...
And so I wait for you like a lonely house. Until you will see me again. And live in me. Until then my windows ache.
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