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He is the old cat the one purring half notes in undertones from the shadows of the stage he beckons with unearthly sounds scaling in exclamation, He casts his spell with blue notes which conjure up his lover’s shape she is a thin alto he cannot help but look as she slinks with effortless bravado her figure the opus of lust a binding contract with his demons she whispers to him and and he glows with stage light like an ember inside the oven dazed by fevers of unholy matrimony
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
The Saxophonist
He is the old cat the one purring half notes in undertones from the shadows of the stage he beckons with unearthly sounds scaling in exclamation, He casts his spell with blue notes which conjure up his lover’s shape she is a thin alto he cannot help but look as she slinks with effortless bravado her figure the opus of lust a binding contract with his demons she whispers to him and and he glows with stage light like an ember inside the oven dazed by fevers of unholy matrimony
for Faruk Z. Bey
michael-hylton
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
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