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A Song That Can't Be Played

If you stayed, Would you put the faded pictures, torn in pieces, into frames, Like how you tossed my heart into the flames? Maybe it is time that you leave, for your gritted teeth, makes it hard to breathe. I'll be here on this page, writing a song that can't be played.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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