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There isn’t much I haven’t already said

but I’m wondering if the same things

don’t mean more

when I play them like a broken record.

I sit to write and I can’t speak my own language

with yours rolling through my head…

you are your own symphony

and I have memorized it.

I think you might be better

than the last day I laughed

when you’re the reason,

when you’re the reason for a lot more than that.

Love notes keep falling from my hands

I twist and turn and don’t let them go

until she says there is something here to save.