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Mar 2014
I begin to sway,
The music cradles me like soft wool,
Submerged into a bending mind,
Controlled by the waves,

My head bounces,
Rhythm coursing through my ears,
Inch by inch I fade,
Broken from reality,

Feet chatting with the ground,
Sound rides at my bones,
Gone in a world of color and darkness,
Awake, standing and waiting for it.
Hope it comes
Kyle madill Baker
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