The sounds that soak though our skin,
run through our viens,
pull together all emotion
we did not know how else to communicate.
Vibrate our bodies and
give us a reason.
Bond our minds.
Fuze together our souls.
Feed our energy.
Free us from our:
Past.
Present.
Future.
Time.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC
The sounds that soak though our skin,
run through our viens,
pull together all emotion
we did not know how else to communicate.
Vibrate our bodies and
give us a reason.
Bond our minds.
Fuze together our souls.
Feed our energy.
Free us from our:
Past.
Present.
Future.
Time.
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