4.3.17
She doesn't listen to Townes any longer
a feeble attempt to erase him
from her memory
gazing on the world with vacant eyes
some ill begot love lived laced
between whiskey and longing
the past had become a raging river engulfing her
her lungs burned with lack of oxygen
all she could think to do
was turn the music off
save her heart from hearing another note
her soul lingered suspended between
guitar strings; it go so
she couldn't stand to hear men sing
the blues
stuck to her marrow
she wanted to loose her/self
silent
dormant
she doesn't listen to Townes any longer
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