Your tympani voice visits
Every once in a while.
And sometimes, when I hear -
What am I saying. Always.
I'm a lute
Outdated, bouncing soft off your skin
With no one to hear me
But plenty
Within me
To beat
With what's left
Of your
Vibrations.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 3:40 PM UTC
Your tympani voice visits
Every once in a while.
And sometimes, when I hear -
What am I saying. Always.
I'm a lute
Outdated, bouncing soft off your skin
With no one to hear me
But plenty
Within me
To beat
With what's left
Of your
Vibrations.
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