The words flow best,
In the places you won't go.
Each dip in the brain,
Places in your mind where it rains.
I can't fault you,
These things bring great pain.
But if you wish to make music,
Which I know you do,
You need to.
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 1:04 PM UTC
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