There is a whirlwind in my head.
Please let me stand firm on the ground.
I fear, I hurt, I anticipate.
Okay, pass the interview, look forward to dinner w mom and family.
Focus mich. You can do this.
Silence is his canvas,
the voices his paint,
and the baton his brush.
One gesture sends it spinning.
Awe inspiring color and sound.
An ever-changing masterpiece
in the throat of God.
(written by CyndiLovesPiccolo)
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hurt? y aunt?... take care k...
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