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by Forbidden Eyes May 2, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Your voice sings a ballad, following the sheet music. Scratching the high notes, beating the low. A symphony, bursting, you play instruments of love. Beautifully crying with the rhythm. The harmony, difficult chorus you stress your powerful voice for. Patients between the breaks.
by Baby Rainbow
This is good work keep writing x