Music

 Take me by the hand;
it's so easy for you, Angel,
for you are the road
even while being immobile.


You see, I'm scared no one
here will look for me again;
I couldn't make use of
whatever was given,

so they abandoned me.

At first the solitude
charmed me like a prelude,
but so much music wounded me.

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