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June 2009, vol 5 no 2

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Peter Joseph Gloviczki



I want to tell you how I twirl my fingers on this black box and then how the sound it makes comes up how it joins the world. But I don't. And I don't play for you. You're sleeping in the other room. It's just me and the sound of this spring rain.

on tip-toes
not to wake you

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