MusicA Poem by Andrea Di Martino
Watching you,
I see the light that shines When you sing. This is the best of you. I want this... And the rest of you. Calloused fingers Calloused soul. I can hardly keep Myself from reaching Out for you. Bodies are instruments To be played for joy.
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1 Review Added on April 14, 2015 Last Updated on April 14, 2015 AuthorAndrea Di MartinoSouth Boston, MAAboutI live in South Boston. I grew up here in Massachusetts. Several years ago i was diagnosed with major depression (cliche i know) but before that i nearly killed myself. I am a recovering self m.. more..Writing
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