Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
I want to play the kind of music that-- makes people pause halfway and restart  so they can hear the missed melodies and hidden harmonies....
Hm?
Whats the rush darling? imbibe some jungle juice and spit to see how far it goes swallow this cookie and regurgitate the dough eat it again...
theres catharsis in creation in the birth of something broken   why must everything be perfect?   i cant find anything like me in this mess...
My heart is scattered with words of love and I hear ballads in the breezes blowing by,   My whistles hum along to these sweet mellow tunes...
is to love her   To see her To touch her  To taste her   is to want her is to keep her is to know her

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