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Nov 2012
The music sends shivers through my spine,
My teeth feel like foreign objects in my mouth,
I run my tongue over them, exploring their smooth hard surfaces, as if for the first time,
My head throbs and pulses, I feel the blood running through my veins,
The smallest of lights is brutally piercing to my eyes, and colors seem richer and deeper.
I thought,"If I touched that grass or picked up that flower, its colors would get all over my hands I bet". The thought made me smile, colors are also felt...somehow I knew this to be true.
I can feel every touch, every sensation, more vividly now than at any other time.
I am connected,
I am being.
marcus pendergraft
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marcus pendergraft  30/M
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