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A strum
One strum
Two strum
Three strum
All strums at once.

Then the chords
A chord
G chord
F chord
A series at once.

Then the melody
A rest
A note
A pitch
Ringing in all sincerity.

Then it increases
Louder
Faster
Stronger
Everything, all at once

Again and again
Strumming
Plucking
Playing until exhaustion reigns.
A little jay bird
Whistling through the scene
Attached to the branch
Of an birch tree.

Hopping and tweeting
Its lovely bird song
Longing and yearning
For something strange.

On wards it went to
A different place
Where stamps and
Notes thrive in any way.

Amidst the musical
Pleasures of this sort.
It misses the soul
Of the old birch tree.

However it will not
Give up
The pleasures of
The new singing jay bird.
One word is all it takes
To explode a seemingly
Perfect output

Smashed! One nose
Dive after the other

Straight as a pole turned,
Askew with every turn.

A jab, a punch
as scraps appear.

A pinch and a puncture
Hurts like never before.

Until blood and matter
Sprayed on the cold asphalt

While everything occurs,
You watch. Soundlessly

It takes effect but you
Just watch it happen

You realize one singular,
Grand idea whilst pain climaxes
Life goes on.
What’s in a word
That says far too long
Of the feelings
All a miss

Tells how the sun shines
On a day gloom
Or how loss resonates
The rays of a rainbow

But at times does it coincides
With the stages of life
Coincidence might be word
That gives all surrounding through.

It is irony that lasts a lifetime.
Partner has been told
For far too long
A partner who’ll be her
Till death parts.
A partner that consists of
A dash of terror
A capful of brain
A hint of stubborn
A tablespoon of looks
A teaspoon of anger
Mixed with envy.
A sprinkle of approval
You can let be.
Mix it all up
You get a partner
Oozing with reality.
It is those things,
—those long things,
That never ends.
Never stops because
Ending will bring
About an end game
And an end game
Is not necessary for
No one wants the
End but everyone gets
The end however dreary
It maybe or how
Lonesome it is; the end is the beginning
I walked the road closed off
With one who is pre-engaged
Absorbing the rays of sunlight
Listening to the chants of our conscience

You led me through with good intentions
Sliced away with a bitter malice
A walking temptation you couldn't pass
You shattered the barrier with your bare hands

In a moment the music seized
All that can be heard are the mumbles
The desperate cries of help
Shuffles of clothes being shed

A war of dominance over temptation
Not one giving into cries of pain
Friction towards the seduction of defeat
But there will be no surrender

After the signs of blue and red
Condensation of ****** heat
Wrinkled sheets of a ****** war
A silent deal to those unsuspecting relations

We went through the road together
Each step matched each other in gait
A knife on one hand while holding the other’s
It hasn't ended, it has only begun.
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