Mind flowing through tavern tunes,
heart sighs in dancing quivers
remembering how the lyrics were shattered.
Tunes twisting in time taken singing her sin; as
if seeking her soul in sound could conjure
vibrations of her static serenade.
His whirlpool eyes waltz into the ghost from his
pocket as he strokes her faded photo.
Such a potent melody lets her live inside his
memory, for they had danced the consequences
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