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Apr 2020
I listen for the guitar player by my window
Throwing rocks for him to toss back,
I wait to feel the vibrations from the chords
That is meant to stitch the pieces of my broken heart.
And when he finally comes
My eyes become blind from beauty
And my spirit falls for the energy
Coursing through the guitar player's soul.
Penny Laine
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