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Mar 2015
your clean lips and serene eyes
are instruments
they, with fearless precision

those neatly folded tufts of skin on either side
are speakers
they, with unnatural ease

the epidermal pyramid sloping symmetrically
amid your instruments
is a songstress

she, with innate necessity
sings the song of life

your head is a concert
music to my troubled eyes
Jason Cole
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Jason Cole  49/M/Guntersville, AL
(49/M/Guntersville, AL)   
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