We can hardly move,
With so much music.
We are, therefore, here
To serve an exact purpose.
We look like generals
On horses.
Here's the battlefield
Where defeat awaits us:
The street corners that wind
'Till our last yawn
And people listening
To their own story
In the songs
Music, not time,
Can heal certain wounds.
By: Victor Nogueira
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