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He strummed the strings
to my heart
strummed every line
with soft strokes
easing his fingers
softly
on the strings of my heart
He sang softly
to me
Sang to the core
of my soul
humming the tunes
to my world
gazing
in my eyes
sang through my soul
Then he changed the tune
tied my heart into knots
through
sweet rhythm
from the flute
Still
the rhythm
so devine
entrapped
there in time
As softly as it came
the pounding
of his drum
pounded rhythm
of destruction
from what was once
just a soft strum
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