Sestet

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There is a nip in the air tonight.
Outside it’s cold; my throat is sore,
And I miss you. I miss you more
Than you can imagine, alright—
The tides of time don’t swing my way;
I will wait yet another day.

X-x-X

I challenged myself to write and record a song in one day. Beginning at about 12 last night,
I wrote and recorded about 2 and a half minutes. I could've recorded more, but I was really tired, so I wrote a sestet instead. Hope you like it. The song should be done in a day or two (provided I do work, that is); hope you'll like that too.

Ciao.

Remnants [Fiction 55]

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I bump into you again—
Remnants of what remain
Are scattered, haphazardly
On the ground, on you and me.

Nobody picks them; they lie
There transfixed, silently.
There are too many to count;

None of us any peace found,
And none of us said goodbye:

Pieces lie there awhile, and die.

  X-x-X

18th Fiction 55.

I'm officially back, bitches. Time to start blogging again. B)