
You can be made from stone
And you might still crumble
You can be made of songs
And you might miss a beat
You can be made of poetry
And you might lose the words
You can be made of color
And you might be in the dark
There are no guarantees
None
So true, and lines of a song played in mind in a particular voice;
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
HASTY – A reminder
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