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soft acoustic plucking reverberating strings buzzing tones flutter freely creating visions differing from space to space occupied between my ears twists whole majors into 7th quarters altering the landscape from within bleeding fingertips hide broken verses note for note we lie to the sound expressing pleasure in the mundane – gently strumming with loving caresses melodic to the point of melancholy old tears sit on a stained floor eclipsing the smiling children that hide just beyond the glass pane glossing the pain with symbolic imagery   a crucifix dangles swaying to and fro barely audibly tapping the fat statue of an enlightened oriental in the shadow of a dream catcher made not by native americans but instead by undernourished brown waifs— bending tones for a better view I shed the physical and go incorporeal
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
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soft acoustic plucking reverberating strings buzzing tones flutter freely creating visions differing from space to space occupied between my ears twists whole majors into 7th quarters altering the landscape from within bleeding fingertips hide broken verses note for note we lie to the sound expressing pleasure in the mundane – gently strumming with loving caresses melodic to the point of melancholy old tears sit on a stained floor eclipsing the smiling children that hide just beyond the glass pane glossing the pain with symbolic imagery   a crucifix dangles swaying to and fro barely audibly tapping the fat statue of an enlightened oriental in the shadow of a dream catcher made not by native americans but instead by undernourished brown waifs— bending tones for a better view I shed the physical and go incorporeal
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
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