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Sep 2013
The music seeps into my soul
It becomes my thoughts
The notes become the blood
Rushing through my veins
My feet start to move as easily
As my lungs keep me breathing
All of the minuscule details that I fight with every day
Disappear.
I feel free.
Peaceful.
Beautiful.
9/16/2013
Jacqui
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   Timothy Kenda, A Mess of Words and ---
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