Lost in intellect
You play an easy drum I show my clever violan. Screeching your core to silence as I bow to laughter. your lyrics deleted another conversation completed. Recognizing my rhythm you grasp for a violan. Cutting so selfishly through fragile harmony. Eyecontact lost in coliding thoughts, Once again only aplause. Orchetring conversations by so called wisdoms. Silencing unexplored topics and rhythm? Lets raise the point dare perform, a standing ovation had to follow of course!
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