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Jan 2013
I hear you playing your box with strings
ever so faintly
its beautiful to imagine
with each passing day
who you will be at the coming sunrise...

Play
Play fast and hard
your soul wouldn't have it any other way
Love
Love slow and innocent
the way that everyone needs
Be
Be you
the way that no one else can be

Consume those who share your essence
Let us evolve so no one can consume us...

On one hand we play as children do,
On the other we work the heavy magic of our past,
On our heads we hold and ego and an antenna,
And in our hearts we hold ourselves
Anjelica
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Anjelica  Grass Valley
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