MusicA Poem by Adora.xoBlehIt is a face with many sides, It is the rain tapping upon your window. It plays with your fingers, It tickles your toes, It molests your mind, It seduces your soul, It makes your thoughts dance, And tickle your nerves. It creates art with your body, It moulds you to its desire, It dominates your senses, It slithers through you and glides, It is a mother’s whispered lullaby, It is the face with a million sides. © 2010 Adora.xoAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on May 4, 2010 Last Updated on May 4, 2010 AuthorAdora.xoThe One That's Non-Existant As Far As You're Concerned., British Columbia, CanadaAboutSo that you will hear me So that you will hear me my words sometimes grow thin as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches. Necklace, drunken bell for your hands smooth as grapes. And I wat.. more..Writing
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