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 #26 

April
2013


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a poem by Fotis Tzanakis

White Noise

The bluebirds love to sing
But hold their breath for too long
Then it's only white noise and nothing sacred
'Cause they all sing the same sad song
Hammering on these blue notes
'Til they run out of air
"Open up, set us free"

© by Fotis Tzanakis

 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #26 ~ April 2013