The Music MakersA Poem by MarkMusic is more than language. It is connection.I need my guitar. The air grows dense sitting on me oppressive and grinning. I need to hammer my axe clearing the iron with steel, so I can breath so I can connect to express what I feel.
© 2014 MarkAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on March 30, 2014 Last Updated on May 18, 2014 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Houston area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, it j.. more..Writing
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