Outside, the world’s asleep. Inside, he’s still tuning his heart to something he might never play.
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⎋ Ashes whisper Amen.
Faith burned slow, between lips that once learned prayers.
“The tape keeps spinning.”
echoes, static, half-written songs.
stories from studio floors & 3 a.m. thoughts.
Faith burned slow, between lips that once learned prayers.
“The tape keeps spinning.”
echoes, static, half-written songs.
stories from studio floors & 3 a.m. thoughts.
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Outside, the world’s asleep. Inside, he’s still tuning his heart to something he might never play. right away.
Outside, the world’s asleep. Inside, he’s still tuning his heart to something he might never play. right away.