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Sep 2011
go home
the musics
over
take cover
alone
not
forever
get ******
enter drone
run down
the list
of things
forgot
find
the zone
hits
the spot
taste
edge
makes sense
when
music stops
retrace
eyes
find
their stare
inside
the mind
kind
relaxed
void
slows
down
time
the musics
done
quiet
quite silent
echoes
off
skull sides.
Written by
James Wisp
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