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[Silent Poet]

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Hugh Kinley, slowly strummed his lute one night by the fireplace.

"Hugh, you seem far away tonight" Molly said from nearby.

A lemon smacks Hugh in the forehead.

"Bloody hell, Walter tha' wasna verra nice" the Wordsmith says looking up.

"What are you noodling on about there, Hugh" Walter says reaching for another lemon.

"I was thinkin' aboot oor wee Tai. I wrote a bit o' nothin' aboot him" Hugh says strumming slowly

I hurt meself today
Ta' see if I still feel
*I focus on tha' pain*
Tha' only thin' tha' tis real
Tha' needle tears a hole
Tha' old familiar sting
Try ta' kill it all away

*looks up his eyes a slow burning grey*

But I remember everythin'

Wha' hae I become
Me sweetest friend
E'ery one I love goes away
In tha' end
An' ye could hae it all
Me empire o' dirt
I wi' let ye down
*I wi' make ye hurt*

I wear this crown o' thorns
Upon me liar's chair
Full o' broken thoughts
I canna no repair
Beneath tha' stains o' time
Tha' feelings disappear
Ye are someone else
I am still right here

Wha' hae I become
Me sweetest friend
Everyone I love goes away
In tha' end
An' ye could have it all
Me empire o' dirt
I wi' let ye down
*I wi' make ye hurt*


If I could start agin'
A million miles away
I would keep meself
*I would find a way*

Hugh nods his head as he slowly strums to a close.
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"When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell." - John Dryden

[Silent Poet]

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Walter coughs a bit as he lights his cigar, "That was interesting. Do you really think he feels that way?"

"I am no sure, but in me heart, I would say, Aye" Hugh Kinley says.

Molly wipes at her eyes, "Perhaps you have something more cheerful?"

"I dinna ken aboot tha', but I do hae this new one" the Wordsmith says strumming softly.

They passed me by, all o' those great romances
Ye were, I felt, robbin' me o' me rightful chances
Me picture clear, everythin' seemed so easy
An' so I dealt ye tha' blow
One o' us had ta' go
Now tis different, I want ye ta' know

One o' us is cryin'
One o' us is lyin'
In her lonely bed
Starin' a' tha' ceilin'
Wishin' she was somewhere else instead
One o' us is lonely
One o' us is only
Waitin' for a word
Sorry for herself, feelin' stupid feelin' small
Wishin' she had never left at all

I saw meself as a concealed attraction
I felt ye kept me away from tha' heat an' tha' action
Just like a child, stubborn and misconceiving
Tis how I started tha' show
One o' us had ta' go
Now I've changed an' I want ye ta' know

One o' us is cryin'
One o' us is lyin'
In her lonely bed
Starin' a' tha' ceilin'
Wishin' she was somewhere else instead
One o' us is lonely
One o' us is only
Waitin' for a word
Sorry for herself, feelin' stupid feeling small
Wishin' she had never left at all

Hugh strums slowly to a close.
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"When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell." - John Dryden