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May 2014
I recall how sweet
my name sounded
as it gently rolled
                              off your tongue,
each syllable
playing a note in the harmony
you created
in calling to
me
gently;

can't you just,
one more time,
put the vinyl on,
crackling and
popping
six
simple alphabetical
chords?

I would play
it on
repeat.
Meg B
Written by
Meg B  32/F/Washington, D.C.
(32/F/Washington, D.C.)   
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