Music surrounds my world, it’s swallowed whole in the desolate pit I call my stomach
Fingers in my throat, I choke out the tinkling bells and fragments of half-written symphonies.
Music surrounds my ears, ringing, singing, dinging, every sound vibrating through my face, rippling.
Oh, how lovely it is to be in a world with you.
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