Musicianship
Hanging in E flat,
doing as you've asked me to,
rising blood red tides
lifting me to you -
it's all in the brand new tunes,
all in this fine ink,
all in the quavers
that bind the world's melodies:
you have strung me out.
March 2, 2011 3:36 PM
Edited April 23, 2011
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