The man who breathed a tune
In the corner of the commons
Moved his hands deftly across
His face
Signing his thoughts
He speaks in tunes
Grunge connoisseur
I grapple for words
Thin air
He huffs and puffs
He will leave the wind silent
But come back later on and on
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