the man who sang those words is dead now. i wonder if he ever found out.
maybe it wasn't meant to be mended. maybe it was meant to gush and bleed like that oil spill in the gulf of mexico...months and months...polluting and contaminating life, ruining it for the foreseeable future.
everyone will have their theories. distraction. replacement.
maybe there just is no mending it.
maybe it just becomes what it becomes.
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