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Feb 2015
chugging
twanging
thumping
snarling -

no drugs needed; the tempo sends me into a tailspin of bliss.

a frightened ear would perceive a dirge but
to the acquainted
it can only be a hymn.
written in a doom metal haze after subjecting myself to hours of homework
Written by
Sam  bay area, ca
(bay area, ca)   
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