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2d
reminds me, reminds me
It was not serendipitious—
They were only sounds
Wailed from the opening
Of an old, untuned guitar--
But her eyes still pinched
Shut, hearing the screams
Of a voice no longer here.
Written by
Sia Harms
29
   Emma, Clay Micallef and Peter Gerstenmaier
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