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Feb 2014
the notes sews my broken heart,
the beats braces my mangled soul,
my heart filts along the melody,
music,is now the acumen of my being.
it expresses every ardor which cannot be said and it is impossible to be silent upon.
Written by
anjie billa  India
(India)   
386
   seasonalskins
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