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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4051 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Turn NC Michael still rocks upon a metal chair but you don't ask about him, anymore... sometimes, he speaks disjointed sentences sometimes, he only smiles and loves you like that battered, old guitar he keeps against the wall knowing what comfort claimed its every curve as slender hands birthed sounds into the hollow yes, he still rolls that heavy, metal chair around shrill moments when you spun the wheel onto this path of stark confining rooms where Michael plays for you... half-fingers bruise against the pull of strings but you don’t ask about him, anymore |
