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         MUSIC 
 
the silence in the midst of sound 
your hand searching her folds
 
it is the entrance to the world 
the key returned whole 
the music you can almost remember
 
she tells about the man  
       who got too involved in his journey 
once the heart digs its little hole  
       nothing can ever be the same
  
 
                                 Bob Heman
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