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i drag a hard thumb
criss-cross your
strings,

blind plucking like
i crafted your hollow,
then threaded
each one..

for my
pleasure,

never devoted the
hours nor ears

to commit your
melody to
heart,

rather, i bled for the
promise of magic
a true song
contains,

in that strained key
i’ve fingered for
too long to
know,

it’s no longer a
love song
i strum,

++++

but the howl of
lone wolf..

when there’s no
moon left to
bark at..

beyond today’s
crashing
sun.

– Grumpy Gorman
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..a hard strum for my puny thumb.