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Violin Voice
Your voice peels
the curtain of the night,
loud blue cape reveals
the emptiness of a soul,
alley scratch chords.

Your voice rises
out of layers left to die
in the teardrops
of the violin
as it plays a plaintive wail
of the newly widowed:
you’ve lost someone
close to you,
you’ve lost another
habit
that has withheld
your light from we the people of
your voice

now,
sing to us.