don't worry, don't fall, go on
everything will come around
singing old songs with those words
and as my voice soars i remember the
acoustics in my mother's house
and how she loved to hear me sing so much
and tears crash my voice
we never agreed
but she loved my voice unreasonably
i haven't sung for anyone else in so long
my stereo sings and i echo
the comfort of sorrow
the familiarity of grief
i forgot
to tell you
i love you
i carry your home with me
when i sing, i sing for you
maybe you can hear
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| the smell of hawthorne |
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