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Dec 2020
I ate the notes of music
as they exit speaker holes,
I grabbed them out the air
to feed my hungry soul.

I ate and ate and ate and ate
each note it was divine
I ate so many music notes
my soul danced the rhythm line.

Now I'm full of music
to keep me satisfied
but if my soul gets hungry
I'll press play and open wide.
Written by
Amy
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