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    and she's gone.... :-(

    A lament You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art. ... Drumsound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way." ... Whoever finds love...