Oh Don’t You Speak To Me

Wrap that sound.
Soft and gentle. 
Paper and string.
Then send it my way.
It can gather dust,
On a shelf in the corner.
Until, the last time.
Shaking hands reach.
To pull that bow,
Loose.

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