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Feb 2015
I like the strings you pluck.
They sound through me and feel
Like a low hum.

I love the rub of friction
As you squeak quickly to move
Across the bridge;

Or a bow sawing back and forth,
Vibrating in my jaw.  Running
Down into the soul.
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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   Mike Jewett
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