The soft, the tender, the heroic and the vehement, the poignant, the stirring, the rhythm in the song. Words, the words
A force like a tram driving them along - some roll off, they roll off my tongue
As I lay here alongside them looking up to nothing whilst seeing everything all at once.


  • Frank Prem

    Yep. Words it is. Nothing and everything.

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