March 26, 2009
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Pulsing behind my eyes, my nose, my mouth.
Every song you could ever imagine.
It speaks when I tell it to.
Be quite I say and it lowers with the touch of my hand.
Hey I can’t hear you.
And there it goes, it speaks louder.
I own you music player of all songs.

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