Music

June 18, 2009
By do_you_like_pancakes GOLD, Edmonds, Washington
do_you_like_pancakes GOLD, Edmonds, Washington
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Music comes to me in words
Words made to form poetry
Poetry that has not yet been written
Written by these hands
Hands so soft, hands so small
Small and meek hiding under my sweatshirt hood
hood ofblack withmy headphones in
in my ears with my music



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