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Read MoreHe sat in the doorway Of the dead superstore The rain fell over the night His guitar has no strings He plays on Feeling the notes Strumming the rhythm No sound but the rain He moans out the chords To the empty street Muffled by the rain
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Thanks for reading. Yes a nightmare vision in a future I hope never comes.
Regards
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Wow! This is good. I loved that image of playing on a guitar with no strings. Its so strong and full of nostalgic and sorrowful emotions. Well done!
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Thanks for reading. Visions of a dark future are never far from my mind.
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James
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Totally awesome write. Guitars with no strings. I like that! Strumming to the rhythm. Great atmosphere. Well said
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Thanks for reading.
I am plagued with harrowing visions of future.
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James
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Read Morewithin me, without me I miss youseeking secrecy of feelingthen so callous when it comesendearing charm, your nature, and mine togetherWell aware you have othersBut that you wanted one like me surprises mereserved a special place for me, in...
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This is passionate. Like this Crimsin
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thank you beautiful Fia I appreciate hearing your thoughts ❤️
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Passionately penned, Brenda. Another excellent write my friend. I concur with Fia. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Knight and
Sam Dickens are now friends
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D. Ignatov and
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Read MoreYou are the fart In the elevator In the cinema In the sauna You are flatulence personified And yet you go flat Like bubble-less champagne Warm like piss Left in the death of afternoon You are the politician In the pay of the billionaire Bought Ready to sell the people For scrap You...
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This reminds me of someone. Hmmmm, now who could it be? Might it be that orange buffoon with an ego the size of Jupiter and tiny, pussy-grabbing paws? Nice work, my friend.
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Thanks for reading. Its a very corrupt time to be alive.
Regards James
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Playing a guitar with no strings in the rain…That is sorrowful.