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Dec 02, 2004 23:28

Like the softest breeze in summer,
it’s gone as soon as it arrives.
Never able to grasp it,
but feeling its presence
and already noticing its absence.
It is the darkest blue,
the most vibrant red.
The vibrations you feel beneath the piano pedals,
sending every color and feeling
through your heels
throughout your entire body.
The beat of a drum
bringing your feet to moving.
Finding every hiding feeling
at the end of your fingertip
and the small of your back,
pulling them out to the most romantic love story,
the darkest tragedy.
Tearing out tears
and swelling your heart.
A shortcut to feelings and places
that may never be felt or visited.
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