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My third arm An acoustic guitar Painting an audible mural Brushed my fingers That bleed passion And feed the heart No need for eyes And none for words We'll share it all Through vibrations Which mend the hurt Channeled through shaped mahogany And tightly wound copper Our soul soliloquies Poems at eighty decibels
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Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 2:03 AM UTC
POEMS at 80(dB)
My third arm An acoustic guitar Painting an audible mural Brushed my fingers That bleed passion And feed the heart No need for eyes And none for words We'll share it all Through vibrations Which mend the hurt Channeled through shaped mahogany And tightly wound copper Our soul soliloquies Poems at eighty decibels
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Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 2:03 AM UTC
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