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[robertmousseau]

sound is a solid
and its filling the void
with lilting strings
crying cheerfully
and blasting horns
all triumph and vigor,
a pulsing intensity
with a heart beating rhythm and blues.

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sitting lonely, they soak up our lives.
we're like the sun in reverse,
coaxing out smiles past and present,
building different shapes and sizes;
they're pillow clouds of truth.

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missing you is easy
like so much water in my lungs.
a drowning sensation,
i'm helpless
until we meet again.

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this energy electric
pounding in my chest,
bursting at the seams,
it's boundless.