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May 2013
The sounds that soak though our skin,
run through our viens,
pull together all emotion
we did not know how else to communicate.
Vibrate our bodies and
give us a reason.
Bond our minds.
Fuze together our souls.
Feed our energy.
Free us from our:
Past.
Present.
Future.
Time.
Michelle Rose
Written by
Michelle Rose  St. Louis
(St. Louis)   
537
   James Ellis
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