You begged me to listen
I gave in for need of distraction
Last night our hero cried
The ceaseless echo
A sound dispelled the legend
We saw him bleed like us
I played it over menial tasks
Like a party at a haunted house
He reverberated through walls
The songs were warm
My arms melted in waves of grief
Crashing as tracks changed
For days the album repeated
To drown out the sound of his howling
Without it I wouldn't recover
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