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Jan 2013
I confess in this test that we call life,
We all use, various things, to reduce strife.
In dark times it's hard, to be a light.
Which leads us to getting lost in tunes after a long night.
Now despite whatever's the preferred genre,
I'll manifest what I rep and lay it down upon ya.
Break down your walls with a magnetic new energy,
Crafted in the kitchen and blended so splendidly.
Differences in instances have influenced the bliss in this,
This art is how you choose it
However you view it, we were blessed with music.

I saw you alone, with headphones,
and it was almost sad to see.
I nod as I walk past, casually.
We're both drowning, in you I see the eternal me
It hasn't taken long to see that we connect perfectly.
Our soul is our luxury,
Deeply rooted we have grown astronomically
and by the music we are bound Universally.


It promotes your liberation,
Instilling feelings in you without hesitation, no need for contemplation.

Music will be with you wherever you take it,
Find solace in it's comfort like a security blanket.

My Utmost Significance Isn't Confined
The art lies in what you see within the lines.
RyanMJenkins
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RyanMJenkins  30/M/MKE,WI
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   August, ALK and Jonathan Fernandez
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