ghosts of jazz notes float
slowly in the breeze tonight
Billie’s song haunts me
crimson streets howling with soul
brick by brick the voices grow
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words less spoken 
I’m always blown away by your poetry, but this is my new favorite of yours. It is concise but has so much imagery that revolves around the meaning. I can’t help but picture a scene with isolation but as well togetherness through the details here. This is beautifully penned. ❤️❤️❤️
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Wonderful poem! That first line was fantastic!
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Thanks friend xo
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