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Jan 2016
I thunk or did or said or thought or knew is
in the middle of a guitar string chord plucked
with a background rich of bass drum
the ****** of a cymbal the beautiful
voice of a beautiful band where beautiful
girls dance sensually writhing in tuneΒ Β to
my heart throbbing a voice singing
as no instrument ever can
trembling my
everything
crying
samba
me
wordvango
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wordvango
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