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stopdoopy Dec 2018
Pluck one
Then two
Drag them out
As long as you want
Play the song of their hearts
Feelings as tight as you tuned them
Draw them in
So taunt
Until the chord breaks
Played me like a fiddle.
Simra Sadaf May 2018
her voice
like a finely tuned violin,
you let in sink in,
and touch every string
of your soul.
Poetic T May 2017
Do I turn off the repeats of everyday

          Like static of un-tuned channels.
My mind teeming in irregular haze...

Do I turn off the repeats of everyday

          I'm a cancelled reality, ill no longer
Be a rerun as my end credits fade to nothingness..

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