At Your Most Beautiful


 

 

I read bad poetry
into your machine
I save your messages
just to hear your voice

You always listen carefully
to awkward rhymes
You always say your name
like I wouldn’t know it’s you
at your most beautiful

-R.E.M,  At My Most Beautiful-

 

 

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