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Feb 2015
FM Frequencies shocking
through my heart,
blurring colors with deep,
droning base.

Sitting in the car,
he looks at me and grins.
His thin chuckle chocking
me in its warm embrace.

'keep your eyes on the road'
'keep your eyes on the road'

Turning up the volume and turning down
our thoughts.

Laughing at the kids screeching by:
Naked and angry, with boiling flesh.

He taps the tone with timid tips
of his fingers.

Strumming on my

Drumming out my
FM frequencies.
very very rough draft
Written by
Kenna  Vienna, Austria
(Vienna, Austria)   
   --- and Arlo Disarray
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