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Jul 2015
when i played your song
and a chord was struck within me
it seemed like i strung on my heartstrings
my fingers smelled of blood
my guitar is my heart
and out flowed
the intensity and rust
of our forgotten past
Lunar
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Lunar  25/seaside soul
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