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Music
has taste,
it
has texture.
Sometimes
I will pick
at
the notes
and
choose the most succulent pieces,
a
three bar ..
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His fingers pull the
strings
and each rings a call
out,
A single voice, then
two,
mingle and flood the
air.
Paired togethe..
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Each step he takes
shakes, the ground breaks.
From the east he approaches,
encroaches, like a
creeping blight that kills
..
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The
crooked army, it cannot
harm
me in its slanted state,
its
fate to march forever
like
a game so clever
and
twisted.
..
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A car, built
with muscle,
roar, and core
of
iron fist, purrs
at the door.
Three men step
out and
feet hit the
concrete, ..
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