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You are;
playing in my head like the cassette tapes
I played a decade ago.
They tried to teach me what a good bass line
felt like deep inside my ribcage,
and how a synced melody can uphold a struggling harmony.
They tried to show me what real music was.
The slick and filmy tape wound in circles
over and over,and
beat out faded rhythms through the boxy speakers.
Quarter notes skipped over the lazy airwaves of my room
and pushed through the dead atmosphere I was so used to breathing.
Click-whirls of the cassette player kicked in a new tune every few minutes.
I still can't get used to the songs they played for me.
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Nice. God, I din't know how
Nice.
God, I din't know how I got through the summer without seeing you. Seriously, it was kinda a good thing that school started.
...............
~miss lit~