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Poetic T Sep 2014
The words do not flow
Only tunes come forth
Notes
Sounds,
Music,
Is my vocal love
I will speak
Cello,
Violin,
Guitar,
Sting my words together
My vocabulary is vast
I use keys
Black
&
White
Do you understand what is said
I will voice it slow
That your ears take it all in
Tears will fall,
As an orchestra
Of sound comes forth,
Emotions will spill
As all is spoken in
String,
Keys,
Tunes,
Are my language, let them be heard
Inspired by Linsey Sterling

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