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Music sweeps in and out of me Like a a needle weaving in and out of cloth Brushing my lips Touching

May 1, 2009
By sillyrabbit GOLD, St.louis, Missouri
sillyrabbit GOLD, St.louis, Missouri
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Lost forever in a sea of restless souls,
Among those whose stories were never told,
As I float there and see history unfold,
While growing far too old,
Seeing all the dark secrets go untold,
In the restless sea of souls.



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on Jun. 14 2009 at 9:44 pm
sillyrabbit GOLD, St.louis, Missouri
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the title is not darned! its dammed

on Jun. 14 2009 at 1:03 pm
Dandelion PLATINUM, Franklin, Massachusetts
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This is a lovely, beautiful poem! I've thought many a thought like that before.

on May. 27 2009 at 11:31 pm
sillyrabbit GOLD, St.louis, Missouri
15 articles 0 photos 49 comments
Sorry I didn't mean for that to be the title! the title is darned! and please rate!!