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Mar 2016
That was the day
The faraway earthquake could be felt
The birds in the sky
Flew in criss-crossed directions
All the beauty of the world
Was shown in a bright naked light
And under closer examination
Became not beautiful anymore

That was the day
I broke both my hands
I strained my voice
Shouting the most horrible truths
All the beauty of a life
Was shown to be an awful lie
And I haven't played a melodic note since
I don't feel like making music
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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