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Hazel (1.)

Music bled through cracked wallpaper

Sour notes and power chords sent vibrations through the floorboards

His calloused fingers brushed slowly over mine

Even in the screams of instrumental chaos we found silence

Those eyes I never saw again. 

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Tom Harding

Fri 11th Mar 2022 12:43

Nice, I immediatly thought of Bob Dylan singing Hazel

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