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knights blundering in the bleak of night

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By Rowan Finley Published 8 months ago Updated 8 months ago 1 min read
Photo by Juan Luna: https://www.pexels.com/photo/flamabilis-27289350/

She seemed so happy and free,

but when they sang together,

the music sounded as melting candle wax straight off of a horror film,

with all the minor clashing chords,

It was like knights blundering in the bleak of night.

I just wanted to drop deep, deep, down, into a hole of unrecognition...

and quiet.

But, instead I smiled and said I was "having fun."

It was fun, if I was delusional.

It wasn't a white lie but it wasn't a black lie either?

Oh...

Why must I suffer through the flux of tumultuous awkward evenings?

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Rowan Finley

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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    Written by Rowan Finley