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Sep 2013
Music springs from my fingers, meandering melodies take form

Morose meanings manifest, manipulating the masses.

My meaning is hidden , mirrors obscure my message.

Maybe there is no truth, the message is a mirage.

Mystifying miasma clouds my mentality

Megalomania, morphs music form within

Meaning goes missing, lost in the endless white noise.
Johnathan Juliano
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Johnathan Juliano  Arizona
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