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Who Is The Dead String?

I might be a dead string now, but I don’t want to be. I don’t want to die alone. I don’t want to die before I’ve had a chance to live on my own. I want someone, anyone, someone real, to know who I am at last. I want to sing so that someone feels me, hears my voice. I want to sing out like Jimi Hendrix played and play guitar like Janis Joplin sang. I want that someone to listen and then put his head down and cry. Then I will know.

Posted on November 12, 2011 at 9:16 PM in About My Novels, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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