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Dusty music box tucked behind a bookshelf that could have been well read instead shrouded in cobwebs At the foot of the shelf sits an old typewriter faded oil canvas the back drop for boxes of all shapes sizes and mildewed states Journals, memoirs and autobiographicals Classic fiction even a thesaurus all packaged away in storage A lonely guitar longing to be strummed The once grand piano silent now A saxophone minus a reed TV's and vintage consoles even a few dolls Its all there all packaged in storage When reality went virtual the sensual became obsolete
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
Untitled Internet Of Things
Dusty music box tucked behind a bookshelf that could have been well read instead shrouded in cobwebs At the foot of the shelf sits an old typewriter faded oil canvas the back drop for boxes of all shapes sizes and mildewed states Journals, memoirs and autobiographicals Classic fiction even a thesaurus all packaged away in storage A lonely guitar longing to be strummed The once grand piano silent now A saxophone minus a reed TV's and vintage consoles even a few dolls Its all there all packaged in storage When reality went virtual the sensual became obsolete
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
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