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Music


Music, You are my head cleaner


Keenest when you beat me up to surf The sound waves that lick your cones


Music, You are my recorded deliverance Come dance me when the speakers’ corner From your revolver


Music, You are my landscape to escape rape Where my face is free from egg And my head cracks the shelling


So sample an example of perfection A bunch of people in a scene or setting Growing an atmosphere Forming routes to roots All moving in the relief of arrival All cruising with friendly check points


Nil Cl k e are


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