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My ears have invisible tongues,
I have great taste for beautiful songs,
Cymbals and drums, vocals from lungs,
Chords for the young,
My passion is strong.
Music is the air that I inhale,
My journal for tales,
My lyrics entail resolutions,
Not like computer displays,
But my mind is displayed.
My ears have visible lobes,
My eyes see invisible robes,
That I dress in, when I’m addressing,
The masses in my;
Journal of tales; classic.
by Mcpotar (http://www.mcpotar.com) #Provokatif