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The tiny black dots
Call out to me
Their voices scream
And my ears want to bleed.
That such beauty and wonder
So great I could die
Could come from this 'gibberish';
God, it's such a great lie...
As I make their singing reality,
My hands and fingers shake,
Urging me to play faster,
And my mind starts to quake.
This could only be called 'magic'
The closest thing there is.
So the composer must be the 'wizard'...
This piece is his.
- by Emma M Hunnycut |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/12/2009 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- PsychopathicNinja50187 - 09/20/2009
- I like it, very nice
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- DJ Arrow - 09/12/2009
- wow thats some good rhyming 5/5
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