they said
he once was a musician
he played his guitar
and wrote songs
love songs to be precise
I saw him roam around the park
smoke cigarettes
stare at the sky and hum
in faded ripped jeans
bare feet
knotted mousy hair
he was polite and kept to himself
never asked for money or food
I wondered what happened to him
one day
I finally went up to ask him
he told me
he once was a musician
played his guitar
and wrote songs
soggy love songs to be precise
nowadays
he still loved music
and creating songs
sad love songs to be precise
he just couldn’t make sounds again
with broken heart strings
Flicker of Thoughts 
This was beautiful, Cassa. Very poetic and visual.
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I can see this man and his sad eyes. Well done. ❤️ Have an amazing weekend Cassa. Love ❤️ Joni
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You too Joni! 💚
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❤️💕
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Wonderful. The ending packed a punch. And love this part: “soggy love songs to be precise”. Especially since it relates back to previous line.
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🖤🖤🖤
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Aww what a sight I’m seeing in my head…💛💚
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And this speaks so much of a reality~😭
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Sometimes the reality is sad.
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I guess it’s always sad it’s just because we forget we are able to go on about our lives~💝🌸🙈
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