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STORY TELLER
Yesterday I was a story teller.
We all were,
we all lied,
and had no other conversations.
Now I see inside
this instrument of existence.
Its hollow,
It has no heart,
but plays music with the most beautiful soul.
©Copyright 2003 Damien Boltauzer.