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Blues
Progression
slow
motion
slouch
from
minor
to
minor
crippled
fingers
could
follow
these
keening
chords—
when
the heartache’s
smokeless
burn in your
pointers,
any modulation
any
foray into sunny
majors
would
blunt
the blue
mood
of this session
would
sacrilege and stunt
this
bittersweet dissonance,
this
three-chord
shuffle keeping
the
shamble pace of tired
feet
on pavement
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