Either you're quieter than church or I'm deaf.
Whatever it is, I don't hear a damn thing.
This is like trying to listen for fading tan lines.
Or holding my ear up to a soft pencil drawing.
I wish I could hear something in nothing.
But there's no there.
When there isn't any there there.
From the archives:
Chicken Scratch
The High Cost Of Being Me
No Trophies
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