Tune In – November 6, 2019

She’s an illusive creature

I cannot touch

I see her in flashes

Smiling at me

Or somebody

Frozen

Etched into

My bark forever

Cut into the shape of her liking

My mind

Never made up

Because she’s always tapping

Begging the question

In the background

Playing

On a fuzzy screen

Move the antenna

So I can tune in

To the life

That I once had

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