Sunday, 16 August 2009

the song

hold onto the music of that night. and know. even after the strings of our last guitar have been strummed. even when all our records have their edges worn to threads. and when the last of the coloured lightbulbs has lost its filament heart. know that the beat will still echo. know that those words will mean to me what they meant to us then.

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