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Stolen

November 24, 2014
By Anonymous

    My heart was stolen by music. The heart beat is the base dropping. My blood is the lyrics. Coursing through me is every song that speaks to me. I give music my all. I let my veins become the cords to the guitar. They have stolen my whole being and I don't care. I will never stop filling my brain with the sound of rock and roll. I see through Kaliedescopes for all I see is sound.



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