Music
It’s ridiculous really This tango of hearts Start out slowly But never forget The delicate climax Of light footsteps That will take you dancing Into the final note It’s strange really This music of love Majors and minors Flow like doves In flight across the sky It’s inspiring but tragic To know they can’t Stay aloft forever It’s desperate really This instrument in our chests Humming a sad song Some loud, some soft Waiting for another Who sings the same tune So together they can play In light of sun and moon
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Umm. I love words. Their like glasses that you can fill with whatever you want. You can make all kinds of crazy concoctions or just a simple drink. Whatever it is you just gotta enjoy it. I mean you don't normally put coffee in a chalice but if you...
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