Betrayals are cassette tapes played on repeat;
the lyrics sting, the melody still stuck in my head.
Yours, a song I can't easily forget.
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Moonlit
PoetryThese are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.
17 | Tapes
Betrayals are cassette tapes played on repeat;
the lyrics sting, the melody still stuck in my head.
Yours, a song I can't easily forget.
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