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That was the Sound

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We were not expecting a catastrophe,
Some final resolution.
Who ever could?

Skanking on her guitar,
Bobbing along,
Her ululating song
Was sugar to my ear.


Scattered pieces of the ball
Hanging overhead
Got me dodging gunshots.
First hit was the drummer.
The twinkling lights all went out
Making me change my position.


Skanking on her guitar,
Bobbing along,
Her ululating song
Was sugar to my ear.


This was the sound--
Humming,guitar
Unimaginable,
Beating--
Of sending her to heaven.

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