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“Radio Brain”
Far off, only
There can she
Taste velvet note
Morsels, tip toe
Up, down scales,
Fragile musical
Tales of vocal
Struggling spit-
Screaming it,
Whimpering.
Words wound
Around wire strings,
Struck by pointer
N’ thumb, to
Become smooth
Waves, ripple air
And spark electric
Signal sound
In her brain.
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