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Taking life one quarter note at a time...
When music no longer
soothes the savage beast...
There she is, my moon
lighting my darkness, like a missing piece...
In this moment
as the sun sneaks behind the trees...
We lay claim to our humanity
His beauty reigned
just as the crow...
Stumble upon my words,
and let the fall break your ignorance
"There was never a genius without a tincture of madness"
by Ben Pickard
by Milly Hayward