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Jun 2013
My heartstrings are out of tune.
They're often plucked by nimble fingers;
but they don't play beautiful music anymore.
They're twanging and waning,
waiting for nimble fingers to take the time to tune them.
Their melody will swoon only then.
Peyton Leigh Stille
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Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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