Distant
It's heard
The nomads guitar
hum its trembled
arias
Its
whispered strum
violates
ephemerally
ragged
plasticine walls
It
penetrates
stale
pine
Punctured by
rust-haggard
nails
It travels
through
pebbled hearts
and
Nestles
in hidden
cracks
Coercing
suffocated crumbs
into the night.
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