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I’m Listening to 

Dead men’s songs.

They’re my kind of, .....lullaby.

For

There’s no apologies, needed.

When I sing out of tune.

The words, are.... immortal.

As was the passion, of the moment.

Now 

Lost, in my murky past.

Where, whence love, 

once flourished.

I’ve replaced it, with the dust .....

from 

a heart you’d crushed.

Giajl © Jim Love