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Acoustic (Free verse) by zzinnia66

He tasted like copper his music, like blood. I gave him the spark but uncoiled his wind and left him onstage, blue and blind.

richa 14-Jul-03/11:27 AM
I like these little packaged thoughts. It is probably easier to make a whole out of such a small verse. But nevertheless you have done it perfectly




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