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Don’t Know Your Name

Copyright 2012, DC Bianchino, All Rights Reserved.

I don’t know your name….it’s all the same.
AH! your voice, this I know.
A Clarinet, a flute, a saxophone, a drum, obo
Keys called bones….This I know.

An orchestra of sounds,
A Cacophony pulled together, repulsing, attracting.
Like birds with their sounds, together they sing
Through one microphone.

Like a note that slips, opening and closing
I don’t know your name, it’s all the same.
Ah! your voice, this I know,
This I own!….

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