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PLUCKED FROM MEMORY

by joseph-sinclair

She played on the strings of my heart. Was it a melody? Did it harmonise? Was it sensual or sensuous? Who can say; but at the end of the day It was naught but a vast discord.

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Aug 11, 2023

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