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my blood consists of notes and tones lyrics and bones crushed up metals and nodes my blood circulates, in and out of my headphones. looses control with a let go. “let go” the song yells, “let go”. i know what i have to do but let me just hold on— to stories that play out. tip toe on the lyrics. dance to the bass. drown in the synth. clash to the symbols. trap myself within the strings. my blood plays red. the songs circulate blood to my head.
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC
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my blood consists of notes and tones lyrics and bones crushed up metals and nodes my blood circulates, in and out of my headphones. looses control with a let go. “let go” the song yells, “let go”. i know what i have to do but let me just hold on— to stories that play out. tip toe on the lyrics. dance to the bass. drown in the synth. clash to the symbols. trap myself within the strings. my blood plays red. the songs circulate blood to my head.
I hold on to memories that need to be let go. I trap them in songs. continue to feel pain that only damages me.
BetthiaMae
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC
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