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To Tommy from a secret admirer. |
Riff-Crowned Lullaby Jessica Marie Tom: I drowned in drum sounds neon and smoke in my brown eyes, it pounds, like the beating of my heart, pokes the guitar's riffs, the bass hums, forever spoke-- droning dives in and out--static--out and in; palm catches the rhythm, the chords never shook. It is hard to contain, my bloke, love knows and shows no bounds-- lullabies took, concerts wound; smoke crowned-- psalm. |