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Poetry

(fôrt-trĕs)

Reality

Melodies running endless
from head to mouth
and fingers,
clutching a guitar,
playing Dylan tunes.

The world passes by,
unnoticed by all of us.
We just listen,
dreaming,
forgetting our cares.

A moment of peace.

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