The Radios Play Nothing.
No One Is Me.
I Have Nobody.
Anywheres Something.
Empty Is Sound.
Music Is Dead.
The Radios Play Nothing But Audio Instead.
YOU ARE READING
Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
Audio
The Radios Play Nothing.
No One Is Me.
I Have Nobody.
Anywheres Something.
Empty Is Sound.
Music Is Dead.
The Radios Play Nothing But Audio Instead.
