Truth, transparency. pleasure.
The beating of life
the beating of life
Life in all its tangles
Heart hurts for our memories not for what is.
For this moment right now there is no pain.
Only the pleasure of this music,
Of space
But still the heart is a pang,
A desolation, a possibility lost
a possibility feared
The shivers of the sounds of the music.
And life is..
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