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August 22, 2011 / coolcrew23



A wall of black

An abyss of never ending darkness

No sound

Without vibration

Like a broken flashlight in a power outage

You feel helpless

Coldness engulfs your soul

Yet a beat

Tapping of the feet

Paints colors without a brush

Splashing your face

In a hot summer day

The spinning of the globe

At your fingertips

The tip of your tongue

Sweet, salty, sour, a bit bitter

Smells nice

From the swirling of the bowl

Heart beats fast

Yet mind stays still

Time flows like a stream

Ready to crash down

Like a raging water fall



Audio-Technica M50


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