Blues;...A diagram of self fulfillment,
a place to be, when love is timeless.
An empty space where everything succeeds,
a pail when all we need is a cup.
A wound reopened that does not bleed.
The force of birth for these words,
always an added page to resume.
For the stripes we bare in contentment.
An emotion for ever after all these years,
Blues;........Just music to my ears...
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