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  • Strings of Ache
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    A guitar on my hand, and a crowd ahead, Tons of voices I heard but none were yours. As I hit the first string and sang the first verse, Ache dripped with my eyes closed. I could still feel you. Feel you… in here.

  • When I Met Ross
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    “Ross is my constant pain.”