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Mar 2014
The Outside is Silent,
The Person's World becomes
Their Own.

Again Press Play,
An image begins to form.
Belonging to everyone else,

The Silence is deafening.
The Music blares,
A person becomes

Absorbed.
Everything else disappears,
As the world is painted with

Their own style.
The song changes,
As then does the canvas.

Colors swirl, become one
Then they form
Another creation.
Amber Bent
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