Title:  Whir

Author:   jmang33
Category:   Thoughts
Keywords:  k

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It never asked if it could pass
melodies from the past
like the first grade
on your first day
you can't remember anyone
or the last dance of high school.

Your song won't get radio play
and your arm fades
your lost
the boys and the girls
spent their summers high
while you were trying
but you're in the same place

you're still at this bar
playing for no one
nursing a drink
with just a guitar

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