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![]() rich in sound. the tavern sensed the cold burn at the nighttime's open maw where the patio breathed smoke, and gradual rings wrote words for the song from notes that were gathered on napkins and coasters, the closest listener couldn't untangle the pianist from keys or disengage the eroding of rock into an old drinker's cough. lowering talks & i wish there were more words for the world to give when there's a thousand worlds inflected in the words you skip. ink to blowout or wellsprings capped, untwist that aroma tethered to your tongue as the Shiraz-leaked mirage burns at the tip, I can bite or I can howl- the blues, you never sing
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