Our static and non-evolving song,
that carries through the ether.
So we may sing along,
our improvisational refrain.

As you were, I am.
And as we are,
we will not become as stagnant,
as we have been.

I give you my heart,
opened like a crushed violin.
To piece apart,
and love,
or hate.

But please do not ignore
my love’s refrain.

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