slender fingers fell, on me, hers...
an ancient violin i was....
she caressed away the shrouds of my dust ; slowly
with her chocolate fingers;
she played her tunes on my strings....and i fell a slave
i hummed, sang, wailed, and screamed....
she left, with her playful fingers...
i wait now, in silence,
for her touch..
and the dust falls on me once more.....
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