This was the one, the boy who had killed song.
Everywhere the loss of music had left behind a seething rage, so he would pay, unless she could protect him.
Stars above, she hated her job.
The Day the Music Died
musings, meanderings, mediocre poetry
This was the one, the boy who had killed song.
Everywhere the loss of music had left behind a seething rage, so he would pay, unless she could protect him.
Stars above, she hated her job.
Blue Briars 
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