The Steamroller and the Violin

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You’re in the way.
Let go of him
He drives a steamroller.

Forget her.
For three hours.
And don’t sway.

I was beaten up a lot too.
It’s always like that.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

I promised.
Too much imagination.
I knew you were in the war.

From the word “resonance”.
Everything came crashing down.
Put some iodine on it at home.

Axle grease.
Sound holes.
It’s light.

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