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The background music loiters in the wind Notes resting on molecules and floating towards me Sounds of instruments strewn together Eliciting movement, bodies close, Liquid tension drips to the floor I wish I could feel the movement Lost in a body that has forgotten how Embarrassment as I stand motionless And the room moves around me The music calls, it demands a narcosis I am the only unbound to the spell And my eyes dart away, abashed A reverie finds itself creeping in my mind Younger and lost in immortality I once enjoyed the witches curse of youth And moved like those before me I walk away, unsure of my maturity Should I grieve my missing youth Or should I be grateful that the spell cannot bind me?
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Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 5:43 PM UTC
Spellbound
The background music loiters in the wind Notes resting on molecules and floating towards me Sounds of instruments strewn together Eliciting movement, bodies close, Liquid tension drips to the floor I wish I could feel the movement Lost in a body that has forgotten how Embarrassment as I stand motionless And the room moves around me The music calls, it demands a narcosis I am the only unbound to the spell And my eyes dart away, abashed A reverie finds itself creeping in my mind Younger and lost in immortality I once enjoyed the witches curse of youth And moved like those before me I walk away, unsure of my maturity Should I grieve my missing youth Or should I be grateful that the spell cannot bind me?
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cynthia-thompson
American
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 5:43 PM UTC
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