02.06.04 - 7:54 p.m.

i love being part of a legend, a song sung so
loudly that it doesn't need a microphone,
a single night of craft and cunning, of picking
apart whole albums for chords, rhythms, word
combinations that would melt the coldest heart.
there have been songs written with me in mind and
songs whose meanings have changed after making my
acquaintance, but only one has given me a preceding reputation.



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