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Oct 2014
My dearest love,
If I were to explain the music in my ears,
It’d be an algorithm of lovely ardor,
Fervent beats and emotional rhythms,
Pursue a possibly tangible idea,
Shining lights and keyboards,
Coffee colored electric energy,
Pulsing in amber jelly motion,
A metaphorical knife is ****** into the solar plexus,
Stimulating the tear sacs,
Which then open and shed a bassline,
Which repeats in nonexistent space,
Maybe…
Just maybe…
It stretches into eternity.
I wrote this when I first realized I was bisexual. It may not be something I'd personally read on my own, but I loved the event that occurred to spawn this poem.
Gypsy Bard
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Gypsy Bard  Bumfuck, Misery
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   Tiffany Norman and SPT
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