Soothing calluses of my mind with balms of writing through music.
Tell-tale signs of repetition circling endings of life, bringing them back around for the second time to be remembered and held close for a while.
Bringing tears to mind afterwards, flowing downstream and into vaults of steel.
Encased, treasured, protected for an eternity of absolution, awaiting forgiveness.
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