| The MessageHits: 2503I've got the message,
it's the words i forget.
I am the electric buzz,
of a muted TV set.
Search thru static,
for words unspoken.
I am the radio,
who's antennae was broken.
Crumpled into a ball,
and
tossed under your bed.
I am the paper,
of a poem misread.
Listen closely,
and
I hope you find.
We can be the music,
that you don't rewind.
Author: Cory Jones
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