flow to flow

Musical notes,
black bars,
surround soundeed,
trapped in your song.

Inhaling your sweetest lyrics,
and feeling your words
drip down into my lungs.

I don’t exhale,
I want the words to remain
and percolate
throughout my body.
That’s how rivers are born.

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