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Jun 2015
The trumpets
sound on
without your
touch
without your
voice and mine
duets bouncing
back and
forth
in harmony
and time.

Orchestras
play
without your kiss,
stringing lover's
song
a sea of bows,
and heaven knows
you've been mine
all along.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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