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Second Dead Note

Like drums, guitars, keyboards and pianos They run on a string of notes. That reaches the limits of unlocking astonishments… The sound sifts to obtain dead notes And you are left in an incurable feeling, Until its destruction. By ignorance the notes will never leave your circle

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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