I’ve learned every cadence,
every refrain that this worn-out violin
could ever hope to squeak out.

The song doesn’t move me anymore.

p.s. The band played to your memory.
A memory that passed 3 minutes ago
between Haucham Hill and Goshen Rd.

07/04/2011

Posted on 07/04/2011
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