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Oct 2010
This
Music
From my mind
Swirls around me
And summons shadows.
I spread my worn fingers
To let in the desperate notes
That sound like the best kind of curse
And fill me with visions of power
And the motivation to fulfill them.
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Written by
Molecular Machine
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