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Dear Music

ByDestiny S. Harris

This piece is part of my 2016–2026 archive migration. Some original formatting, content, and external links may be missing, changed, or not be optimized.

Poetry Music, You overtake my soul You always make me overindulge You know exactly what you to do me You make me warm, you make me cold You make my creativity flow and flow You listen to me And I listen to you

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