she built to house her trembling core.
the music touched those sensitive places.
feelings she did not want to
feel anymore.
the music made her writhe in
her own skin.
the music that emanated
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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