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Poem #7: April '23 (The Beginning)
I put in my headphones
And let these Neo-soul lyrics tether me to my childhood home
Harmonies enter my ears and penetrate my bones
Washing dishes and
Happy dancing at the sink
Music is the temporal link
With no need to escape,
I scrub the dirt away and
Let my problems run down the drain
And let these Neo-soul lyrics tether me to my childhood home
Harmonies enter my ears and penetrate my bones
Washing dishes and
Happy dancing at the sink
Music is the temporal link
With no need to escape,
I scrub the dirt away and
Let my problems run down the drain
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