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Blues Guitar
Where do we fly harder than before? I know I can show you more… But
do you love me still, Or was I just a thrill? I see a dream where grown women Play the BLUES in the key Of minor D. “Time!” they bleat, Chasing notes from chests Heaving with husky regrets Of unplayed, untried memories… Who’s? Mine… I cry into the color of skies and watch it bleed over the rooftops and trees, My clothes, hair, skin…feel it drip Through fingertips poised stoic, once more Over hard played: Blue Guitar Strings.
Time has passed Time has passed, encompassing all that remains… What has
happened is that I am alone again
Which is, AS IT SHOULD BE: God in His Truth has made all Things as They Are…Yet do we understand? I
am alone. And yet, I fail to question… Is there any redemption? Is
there anything left to question…?
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