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Colour of Sound
I used to weave colours
with sounds of guitar strings
the music stopped
as you slammed the door
the guitar is just a rotting corpse
played no more
it's strings all twisted
in grotesque shapes
a hollow sound echoing
in the back of my mind
reminds me of how much
I have forgotten
I never really liked that guitar
it was a prop
to please my ego
but you trod on that
3rd August 1999
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