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music leaves residues
tinctures of sentiments
sleeving themselves
slipped into jackets of memory
among sights, sounds and smells
marking moments
collected and sorted
emotional niches
forever retrievable
just lay your thumb
against the right heartstring
and strum
Writer Lynne Sargent
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
Poesy plus Polemics 
Very nice, the tangible object from memory is cool to be able to pull out, like your comparison to the emotional grooves in us…
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thank you most kindly
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There are songs that make me think of books I was reading while they played in the background.
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song-memory is a powerful sense
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