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Oct 2014
Baby girl listen.
Listen as the melodic voices carry into your ears,
Let this blessing come to you, washing out your fears.
Close your eyes, but open your heart and let the words carry into your core.

Pour out your tears while you listen to this score.
Let the music destroy you,
Destroy you in the most beautiful way possible.

Let the music dig up all those feelings you've ran from, and flow through your worn eyes, while I listen as well, my head to the skies.
These songs bury themselves into my very existence, I hope they will soon be part of yours.

Take head in every lyric as they remind you of who you once was,
but in all the same, you still are that same person, only you've hit the 'STOP' button.
So please hear my voice out, as I caress your cheek, and press 'PLAY', for I long to see and hear the day when you've opened your heart to that beautiful Masterpiece, and cried those tears of joy.

These songs are not meant to depress,
But to merely release what has been suppressed.
Please baby girl, trade in your blade,
for a pair of headphones,
And listen to the voices that has played while I prayed.
As the music fades away,
It's clear to you and me,
That our love never dies.
A poem to a torn girl, who means everything to me.
Christian Victoria
Written by
Christian Victoria  Keller, Texas.
(Keller, Texas.)   
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