That Song Again

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Played that song over and over again.

Letting it fill me up,

And take me whole.

Memories encase that song;

Memories still running strong.

 

He’d play that song from his stereo,

And I’d sing along

Knowing the bass;

And knowing it’s meaning.

The lyrics would flow out,

As something less than a shout,

But with all the force.

With none of the discourse.

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