Her radio stayed on through every silence in that house.I used to think that was about the music.Now I know it was about not being alone.She kept it tuned to a station that stopped broadcasting years ago.
I used to think that was about the music.Static where a love song used to live.She kept it tuned to a station that stopped broadcasting years ago.Some loyalty doesn't need an audience to keep it honest.
Static where a love song used to live.I turned it off the week after the funeral.Some loyalty doesn't need an audience to keep it honest.I turned it back on the week after that.
I turned it off the week after the funeral.Now I know it was about not being alone.I turned it back on the week after that.Her radio stayed on through every silence in that house.
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