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  • Anxious Poets Society
    • Aug 8, 2018
    • 1 min read

Steady


The steady tolling rapture of the midnight bell returns Serenading fluctuations and the moment feeds the burn Of this flame inside the very core of all existent force As this clock ticks on in silence and the time feeds on the course

 

Emily is a songwriter and poet based in Staten Island, New York. She works as a music therapist with individuals with developmental disabilities and truly believes she is living her life's true purpose.

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