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Slipping off the luscious ivory  Tumbling fingers melting to nature's symphony  A dip here, a hustle there  The strings bent in their own misery  But a gentle uprising, still beginning  Coursing Burning Waiting  The pulsing anger in the soulful sound  Ebbing away gently to be bound  By the shackles of self, isolated limitations  Flowing reflectively in its melodious imitations  A broken heart looking for solace  But finding music instead  Tinkles hopefully Chiming Turning  Realizing that it's too soon to be dead...
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 7:03 AM UTC
Sounds Of the Soul
Slipping off the luscious ivory  Tumbling fingers melting to nature's symphony  A dip here, a hustle there  The strings bent in their own misery  But a gentle uprising, still beginning  Coursing Burning Waiting  The pulsing anger in the soulful sound  Ebbing away gently to be bound  By the shackles of self, isolated limitations  Flowing reflectively in its melodious imitations  A broken heart looking for solace  But finding music instead  Tinkles hopefully Chiming Turning  Realizing that it's too soon to be dead...
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 7:03 AM UTC
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