By Loly Sterling
(1979)
Vibrations
The vibrations are locked
In my brain.
My body needs shielding;
It's shackled.
It is sound.
The sound of the music
In me.
Vibrations
By Loly Sterling (1979) Vibrations The vibrations are locked In my brain. My body needs shielding; It's shackled. It is sound. The sound of the music In me.
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