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Daniel North Poem
1. Refrain (Unwound)
Her song, it never played
Coal sack black stitching frayed
Lead the familiar thread
Lined coffin living dead
To the beat how we march
Funeral shirt ready starched
2. Hush now...
...never played, never played
Her song, a hollow stain
It haunts the silence
Whispers invade the rain
A constant ache, a constant pain
3. Essence dead
Her touch, I wish it upon my skin
How dust settles against the wind
Regret, too late to confess my sins
Bitter ale I swallow, help forget I prayed
A story untold, her song it never played
Copyright © Daniel North | Year Posted 2024
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