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May 2010
Monotonous memories
attached to strings
float into the sky
like butterfly wings

Hold on tight
all you want
still they drift away
like eternal hiccups

In between the ears
they rest
dust gathered under
an oriental carpet and old oak chest

Search all you want
to recall their details
but the timbre
is all you remember
*Timbre is pronounced tam-ber. It refers to the intonation that is produced by an instrument or voice.
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