Drops of dancing light Waves of dark, deep beneath Break into a buzzsaw Pounding, repeating Primal rhythmic sense appeal Aggressive cutting, harmonies searing, Even the piano lurks. A beaming wavering light emerges, dodges and dips, then fades
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Writing and I have a love/hate relationship. And by that I mean hate/hate/love. But I’m gonna do it anyways… so you might as well come along for the ride
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