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| (Herman Sillas - 'Guitar Player') |
His eyebrows lift
wing tipped
as if they wish to
take flight
he plucks instead
worn strings
fingers nimble
ends
to fossilized arms
she touches her brow
he smooths his
don’t….don’t…
I want to say
let them fly
free from here - far from here
to the places you dance
with untamed thoughts
with untamed thoughts
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