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Those tunes,
those harmonies
that slick swing rythm
goes down
my throat
and hits the bottom of my belly
like an icecold vodka
and spreads its warmth
around the entire system
But I'm a
sharing nature
that's why the pain
almost makes me turn it off
but even if I do silence that music
pain will remain
I might as
well enjoy
so I do
and miss a companion
who'd join my heartbeat
swing with the key
of pure beauty and joy
Inside
my guts play crazy and
Out
of
my wits
- cry, my
black and whites, cry.
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