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Jun 2016
Strange music playing
I never know from where it comes
always on a whim it wanders and goes
a flute, warm breathed upon my flesh
sometimes cool night jazz
a deep toned oboe, I breathe in wildly slow
drums synced in rhythmic beats
now a bass guitar strummed ever dark
a haunting violin that moans
ripping at the heart.
CA Guilfoyle
Written by
CA Guilfoyle  F/Tucson, AZ
(F/Tucson, AZ)   
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