Jojin Van Winkle

When the evening came I said, "I have lost what I thought I had."


You picked up your guitar and said, "Every good ballad has pain."


"Does that mean my life is a ballad?" I whispered as your fingers strummed. You closed your eyes.


I began to hum.

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