Sometimes by Deborah Lin

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Jul 2013

Sometimes, someone's fingers will give my
soul a little flick
and instead of hearing the
dull thud of fingertip on wood,
I'll hear a crisp, pure ding.
I am always waiting for that sound.

Written by

Deborah Lin Austin, TX

(Austin, TX)

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