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She blindly followed her heart
She chased the clamoring music
Although all she grasped was the cold dead smoke of echo
Relentless she continued in quiet quest of dreams.

In the lonely shadow of pounding music
She felt her fingers slip helplessly through the echo
Like the syrupy lifeblood in her heart
She still remembered the candied sweetness of dreams.

It was the depth of her dreams
Almost drowned with her heart
That distorted the echo
But was bouyed by new music.

She must sacrifice the echo
And dispel the disease from her dreams
Surrendering thought to the warm arms of music
Would breathe life into the hollow of a heart.

-Becki Smith, 1997