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Nov 2011
They reveal secrets to us and through the color we move.
Then you can taste the sound.
Every song fits with every shape and rhythm.
It can only take you if you let it,
But sometimes it’s best to let it take you,
To a place where 
the ghosts begin to move before you turn the lights off,
And shadows keep walking after you cease to move.
Written by
A Nony Mouse
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