Hear that song and it
portkeys* you back to
The day an orchestra crescendoed
though your ventricles
Delicate chords pulled and plummeted,
gutted and teased
Opiate nostalgia now dances through veins
A symphony of ecstasy in the pride of distance
travelled from masochistic agony and,
Yet tickling the enticing risk of tumbling
enraptured once again
*Harry potter refs return thanks to inspiration from http://theartistandthewriter.blogspot.com
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lovely..
..& portkey becomes a verb :)
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