• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 09
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Compilation Tape

You gave me a cassette –
a compilation. You said
it was a taste of your soul:
a sip of vivid green
splashed with monochrome.
It was in my car stereo for years.
Every day, it bled into my ears,
your soul whispered to me,
replayed on a loop
until the tape was chewed up.
When I sold the car, the cassette
and the soundtrack
to our beginning was still in it.