Music Class

I was given four senses. I'm not blind, I'm not deaf, I enjoy salt and I take pride in smelling food. I especially like music though, its rhythm, the pattern it follows, the melody that ensues. I met him at the music class. Blue eyes, one tooth peering out of his lip. That little imperfection... Continue Reading →

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