Originally uploaded by Happysmurfday
The tape is town; it's wrecked
It's wrinkled.
It's faded.
It's obscure.
This time it won't pause
This time it won't replay
This time the music stops.
The tape is linked, it's blown.
It's mature.
It's nostalgic.
It's powerful.
Yet, it remains still
Yet, it whispers in silence
This time, the song lives.
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