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Oh, how the sweet sound
makes my ears tremble
with glorified sadness.
And how my tongue
wraps around the bitter taste
of such sweetness.
Oh, how tears spill
from my dreary eyes
with a startling spark of beauty.
And how my delicate lips
quiver
with the intensity of loneliness.
Oh, how the music
plays with my soul.
How the feeling
is a blank darkness.
One that only shows remorse
when senses disappear.





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