Jessica Bartolotta

Rookie (3/30/87 / Michigan)

The Rush Of The Sound

Soft winds blowing through an endless night,
Somebody tells me to do whats right.
Softly spoken words ringing in my ear,
Turning up the sound so only I can hear.
Feel the pulse beneath your flesh,
Dont fall back into it's depth,
Struggling for one more breath.

And there I go down again, and there I go down again.

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