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Nameless Song

You asked me to sing you a song.
I took the broken words that flowed from my arms and mouthed them into lyrics. The rhythmic tapping of my tears and the beating of my mangled heart made for the beat. The words I never spoke and the truths I regret saying morphed into a dysfunctional melody. You asked me for a song, and I handed you the sheet music. I asked you to sing with me, but you threw away my song as you slowly dislocated yourself from me.

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