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Jan 2013
Blue is the color of this music, weaving looms of silken poetry all around, but right now it is just mine.
My own stone groove, my embellished improve layered over it . breathing with the rhythm, leg twitches the off beat like it has a mind of it's own. Open the left gate that way we can dance through to joy, or is it the right?
What?
What is?
What is right?
What is right now?
Something Blue in these notes
just shut up and dance.
Daniel Sandoval
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Daniel Sandoval  Dallas, TX
(Dallas, TX)   
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