Haunted Musings From The Last American Night..
Wednesday, October 2, 2019
A Soft Duet..
Some late nights or early mornings,
When you strum the perfect chord,
And the lyric is just right,
It feels like your heart will burst into dandelion dust.
A soft duet between you and the Creator.
You don't dare tell a soul.
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