November 15, 2016
By Blaine1 SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
Blaine1 SILVER, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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The web of words to choose from,
Scraping words from my heart to express,
Under the stairs we meet.

Random and awkward are my lyrics.
Looking like a ghost as I spoke,
Not losing interest as I Listen,
Her sweet song of a bird.

Parting ways before time ends,
Listening for her tweet,
remembering the dissipating moment,
When will the next song come?

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