

the musici blast the music it eats away at my ears but feeds my soul with the life it lacks right now this place im in body this cage flesh cavern is fueled by the music that rocks my soul to sleepthe music


untitled writing in progressI see bits and pieces of dust and glass getting kicked up from the city sidewalk as I use my feet to walk. There are pieces of glass from shattered beer bottles scattered around the street, glistening with a beauty their very own. Melting snow sits on the very edge of the sidewalk waiting to dissolve into water so it can trickle down the street and possibly cause harm to people. Ah, how the evil that sits in these little things like snow or glass just waits to seep out. Every seconed I walk I wonder if I should turn back, but I keep walking. There was one moment that I turned back, but it only lasted for a minute. I was overly fueled by my stuntitled writing in progress
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Life is good, knowing I'm with you...
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lovin' and a huggin' and ah ah/
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