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Fragment I wrote on a whim in high school. |
| The piano's sound about makes me cry. I don't understand why, but at that particular moment I could die and be satisfied. And then, her voice. Her voice blows it all away. Soft as whisper, but it carries all the anguish of the earth and exposes it in a way that surpasses any power born of god. I'm euphoric, I'm overwhelmed, I'm truly exposed. The piano's sound about makes me cry. 2006/2007 |