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Mar 2021
Music is written beneath my bones
Without its sound I feel alone
I feel it seeping down to my toes

I’ll be the moon, you’ll be the stars
Let sleep fall upon us in rusted cars  
By and by, our souls light up the dark

Everything is connected, even just by the skin of our teeth  
Colorful and heretic, luminous beings are we
Written by
Winnalynn Wood
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   Nadine Peñaverde and Matilda
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