Notes

December 11, 2008
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Living inside of music,
Immersed,
It seeps in.
In my blood,
Breath,
Sight,
Taste,
Touch,
Skin,
Hair.
Tortured by it,
Caressed by it,
Till, finally, it saturates me
So I may sit in silence,
And music crawls out of my body,
Filling the empty room.





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