confessions of a typewriter or are they?

songs of confession. songs of profession. songs of the heart. song lyrics. twisted lyrics. twisted words. twisted tongue. untwisted. retwisted. for the things that i can't say out loud ... songs of comfort. songs of transport. road signs. roadways. ways to listen to my heart.

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