alone...
in a room of voices,
dirty curtains sweating,
bodies without heat!
...
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this mysterious piece has much mysterious lines, i'm much pleased with these lines: when the soul becomes a tongue, and fingers break windows. sweat sings on the pillow, the scent of wild flowers.
Mystery! What calls to us? What motivates us? What excites us? Explore, explore, explore. Great piece. I liked the elements you used throughout.