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by Ben Pickard
It is heavenly here
beyond the wrought iron gates...
i need you to know –
i don’t write you into existence...
by Purvi Gadia
This soul has no life.
It breathes each day...
Two a m cant sleep
Knock me out already please...
when I arrived at yours
you greeted me with that infectious smile...
That words can be simply plucked from the air and shaped into something beautiful is fascinating and wonderful indeed.
Sometimes it's not the music that gets us emotional it's the people and things that come to mind when listening to it.
A mirror reflects nothing worth seeing.