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The Mending Power of Music
Sometimes I just need to
dissolve myself
in music,
to reconstitute myself again.
To keep
the arrow pointing forward.
To keep the gauges pegged, and the gas pedal
fully throttled.
To keep
the old dreams – fluttering and aloft.
As wings get pierced
with flak
from the world below.
dissolve myself
in music,
to reconstitute myself again.
To keep
the arrow pointing forward.
To keep the gauges pegged, and the gas pedal
fully throttled.
To keep
the old dreams – fluttering and aloft.
As wings get pierced
with flak
from the world below.
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