Sonnet: MusicThe orchestra instruments tune. The I-pod flashes turning on. Light on the stands is the moon. Earplugs in, the anger gone.Sonnet: Music
The bows sweep across the strings. The bright screen scrolls and clicks through. The sounds floating are fit for kings. Click on a song, Jack's Mannequin “Dark Blue”.
The last notes fade as the song winds down. The throbbing in the headphones dies. The applause rings out for music renown. The silence fills with the song’s demise.
The orchestra packs up things in their cases. The I-pod slips in a pocket to go
wooop
Promiscuous
I've really got nothing to say, except hello.
so hello.
lol.
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Just because there are things I don't remember, that doesn't mean my actions are meaningless. The world doesn't just disappear when you close your eyes, does it?
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Jo men visst.
Ät gräs. :- D
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"You dearly wish the wind would shift and greasy windows slide, open for the parakeet who's colored bitter lime..."
BIRDYYYY.
ITS BEEN SO LONG OMG
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"You dearly wish the wind would shift and greasy windows slide, open for the parakeet who's colored bitter lime..."
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