115: now playing stormy indie sirens

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when he walked away she could hear faint music hanging on her earlobes

he brought along with him waist deep clumsy arpeggios.

now it’s quiet, and it’s daunting

silence has always been something that is open to interpretation, and that’s scary

she stood in the intersection waiting for him to walk back to her and say that he’s sorry

he didn’t even look back.

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