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Just, 

Tap me on the shoulder,

and say, hello.

For I'm not, looking, anymore......

Perhaps, it's not, love...... I miss.

But music, that I crave.

To feed, a emptiness, within my soul.

I'll lose my self therein.

With strings.

That once, toyed ...... and plucked.

A fragile lovers heart.

And I'll trade my quill.

For 

Peace of mind...... Once more.

Giajl © Jim Love