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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.

<~> 15-Jul-03/8:51 PM
like, "whined", not like, breathe, or blow..




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