pane

mark sang about making love to a beautiful girl and feeling alive

i just want to hold one

i feel like an untempered pane of glass in a hurricane

buffeted by the winds and nature until i am contorted to tensile extremes

at the edge of shattering

any subtle shift in pressure and i will be spread across the floor in sparkling slivers

no more love songs

no more thinking

just give in to the howling winds and let go of the tenuous grip on the frame

phantom zone image of the fool spinning eternally into the cosmos

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      1. I have to avoid a tonne of music when my heart aches. But then I go ahead and listen to every damn song over and over until I am nothing but a bloody pulp of tears and whys🤘🤘🤘. Masochism for the win!

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