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Hooked

November 22, 2011
By nicolebanta BRONZE, Omro, Wisconsin
nicolebanta BRONZE, Omro, Wisconsin
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Sitting by a harbor a man weeps,
looking for his guitar
he seeks.
Hooking it with his skin he plays,
in search of brighter days.
I sit close to him and listen in his presence,
his words hook me in.
I’m with him and he’s with me.

The author's comments:
trigger poem.

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