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Apr 2016
Endless hours.                                          
Dripping,       ­       
    Dripping -
                            as reverb hums
         lonely guitar strums
echoing through eyelids        
and ****** eardrums                               
  as a thought                              
still runs          
to
              morrow.
Jack Davies
Written by
Jack Davies  Perth, Australia
(Perth, Australia)   
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