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Listen to music. Reflect. Write.

The following poem is a piece of writing based on the illustrations and words I carved while listening to an album.

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And moments live again as dreams light the spirit.

And the bee and the moon hum with crooked lips.

But the lady with hands like rain floats with the leaves.

And the leaves dance to the symphony of the cockroaches.

Because the sun is alive and spirals.

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