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Agony Is My Instrument

A loveless child of his lies
The sadest tunes I play on my guitar
Powered by my deteriorated self
The truth is but mere philosophy
Drugged, intoxicated, from the lack of skin;
Yet to be pressed against me
Emitting the same tunes that my guitar once spoke.


Julian Urban

This poem is appearing in the Poetry Journal
Premiere Generation Ink. Volume 1 Number 2

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