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Sep 2018
There's music
That reaches down
Through your ribcage, piercing
every inch of you,
drawing the breath from your lungs
The symphonic sound an eruption of
Passion, of
Feeling.

Then,
There's music that passes slowly,
Seeping though your skin
until warm hands surround the soul,
Not to take it, but to hold.
a reliable escape
Specs
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Specs  19/F/West
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