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My soul retreats as the renewed pound of an older beat takes hold.
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| Can the constant hum of a younger drum forgive the older soul to leap complete? | |
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| Is remembering death through childhood pageantry nothing more than adult fantasy when even silence speaks? | |
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| Fuck it! I’ve listened to soothsayers’ peddling their wares in over crowded market stalls for far too long ! | |
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| Fuck it, and fuck you ! I’ve heard and had enough. | |
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The sound of a drum comes not from skin, but from the intent to strike complete...
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| With every beat unique, consciousness becomes more real. | |
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