#cymbals - Hello Poetry

Duet, Minor Key by Michael R. Burch Without the drama of cymbals or the fanfare and snares of drums, I present my case stripped of its fine veneer: Behold, thy instrument. Play, for the night is long. Keywords/Tags: Duet, minor, key, cymbals, symbols, drums, fanfare, snares, instrument, play, *** night, long, strip, **** naked

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Apr 3, 2020

Apr 3, 2020 at 4:20 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Duet, Minor Key

Duet, Minor Key by Michael R. Burch Without the drama of cymbals or the fanfare and snares of drums, I present my case stripped of its fine veneer: Behold, thy instrument. Play, for the night is long. Keywords/Tags: Duet, minor, key, cymbals, symbols, drums, fanfare, snares, instrument, play, *** night, long, strip, **** naked

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I would write you a poem about the stars and the moon I would write you a poem about me dying soon. I would write you a poem about my love everlasting I would write you a poem about cymbals crashing. I would write you a poem about how I want you so but I can't write you a poem when you don't let me grow.

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Mar 16, 2018

Mar 16, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC

beanbaggyeyed

I would write you a poem

I would write you a poem about the stars and the moon I would write you a poem about me dying soon. I would write you a poem about my love everlasting I would write you a poem about cymbals crashing. I would write you a poem about how I want you so but I can't write you a poem when you don't let me grow.

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I haven't any light, I mean it, and I don't have a reason to help the nuns, although the homeless mean so much to me, I spit in their change-cups, and cringe at the smell of them. The worst part really was the bats, though, because I could hear them rustle into the night, ***** grimy wings, I didn't ever see them. I never will. This is all a part of the electricity.

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Nov 20, 2014

Nov 20, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC

douglas-beights

Symbols and Cymbals

I haven't any light, I mean it, and I don't have a reason to help the nuns, although the homeless mean so much to me, I spit in their change-cups, and cringe at the smell of them. The worst part really was the bats, though, because I could hear them rustle into the night, ***** grimy wings, I didn't ever see them. I never will. This is all a part of the electricity.

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