Poezie
There is no...
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Sometimes, I find myself
buried
so deep in the music
unable to move
I sometimes see fragments
Of great battles,
and greater love stories
As I breathe in the art
But sometimes they find me
still
breathing
still
staring out upon the ocean
that doesn\'t strech before me
Sometimes, they are kind -
No thoughts fuel their actions
As I find them
There is no
music.
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