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He would play for me at night under the moon shining so bright

Songs I had never heard, not originals but truly absurd

They took him to a better place, he longed to find once more, time & space

Romance short and bittersweet, all the girls he dared to meet

All the hearts, he did not break, all the choices, he did not make

He needs a fan to see him through, not a love or a heart that’s true

What he needs I could not provide, loving him was a soul’s suicide

Turning away an unholy breath, running so fast, away from this mess

Playing repeatedly inside my mind, just as it played there the whole time

“But the heart has it’s seasons, it’s evenings and songs of it’s own” Garcia

Much Love Much Life