TAYLOR ROSS™|MUSIC

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I wrote two bars and completed some of a form chart for the cello solo.
And wrote another verse for a different acoustic folk song that I actually like.

Amongst the other time wasters is the reset of a sleep schedule.

Where does the fire go.
When it sits as an amber,
In a cold cave whose walls are damp
with reserve. 

What spirit rekindles
the warmth of the fierce,
and dire fear
of dying without
having lived.

See you tomorrow lovelies.