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Playing loud I lose myself.
Playing proud I find myself.
I wrap myself up in my sound
As I make this inanimate object sing.
I'll make it sing to the world I call home.
Giving a voice to our "History", "Leaders", "Legacy", "The Elderly" and "Advocacy"
The Widows Cry LoudCopyright © Vivid Memories September 18, 2015The Birthing Poet – Rebirth4Love Nlistic Souldier
I remember only speaking to you once.
Now, I wish that I would've gotten to know you.
