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Feb 2014 · 412
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anjie billa Feb 2014
the notes sews my broken heart,
the beats braces my mangled soul,
my heart filts along the melody,
music,is now the acumen of my being.
it expresses every ardor which cannot be said and it is impossible to be silent upon.

— The End —