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If I had to say goodbye
I wouldn't know what to say

Would I embrace you
Like we used to
Or is the tension in the air pulling us away from that

It's out of our control

And so we'll sit and watch

As a despicable man

Takes

And takes

And takes

"Stay strong" 

"Don't give up"

"There's power in silence."

as my skin weathers from the winter frost,

i close my eyes and embrace my loss.

my eyelids cast a darkness over the retina,

but the blackness becomes subsided by a light.

This poem is by my 13-year-old cousin Amelia Terry.

There is a man on the corner of 87th and Amsterdam. I do not know him, and he does not know me. He wears a red tee-shirt with red sweatpants. He wears a red coat with red shoes. He wears a red ski mask on his face.

People ask me,

Why do you love music so much?

Making music

Playing music

Listening to music.

I thought about it, and

I really love how it connects people.

People who are so different