Listening to songs of memories.
Concertos written with whispers, sighs, moans your voice infinities. On continues playback, looping, sampling. my favorite lyrics, bars and chorus.
The songs left behind of broken lovers events that took place under covers. My heart is the iPod filled with playlists titles such as your red lipstick, Cabernet sauvignon and art walking on Thursdays.
My head a wireless speaker perfect acoustics and when I hear the part you say "I love you" Boom the bass drops.
These songs of memories.
Recordings of broken lovers, their musical sheets carved into my skin. Whole, half, sharps, flats and repeat. Notes playing of moans orgasms of ecstasy. Now they play inside of me so loud that you hear them inside your home on Ruth Street.
The songs of our memories
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