Black cords,
Inside are wires connecting to the center.
Gold piece,
Insert,
Press play.
The white tips,
With the rubber ends.
Soft music plays.
The sound is amplified,
Bass flows up the cords.
They dance,
As the sound moves up it.
Drowning out the world,
All you hear is the music.
Pounding taking you away,
Mouths speaking wordless sentences.
Then,
The end comes.
The voices start to work with the mouths.
Looking at the clock,Rewind and press play again.
WELCOME EVERYONE
Friday, March 5, 2010
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