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the songs we feel

we listen, no words are needed, we know what the other is thinking
the music pours over us, every note, every beat, every vocal, it fills us, it touches our souls
it so loud, that every blast from the bass is felt, deep in our bones, shatteringly powerful
its hard to even think straight, so much strength, so much loss, so much emotion
my eyes are closed, sight isnt needed, it only detracts from the scenes flashing before my mind to the beat of the music, the musics breath ripping through us
images, of people in my life, flash in front of me, then disappear with the last notes of the music, like leaves on the autumn wind, only to be replaced as the guitar spits out a new riff, people i love, people that loved me, people that betrayed me, people i cant forget
there is no difference between songs, each just seems an extension of the last
i open my eyes, breathless, as Led Zeppelin screams through my brain, setting it on fire
i look to you, father, the only one that understands, and you disappear too ZOSO

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