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Jun 2019
feeling the current
tugging at my sleeves
rocking me from my stasis
turning me into liquid
when i thought
the ground was firm beneath me,
heels feel the crumbling
quaking beneath,
just letting the flow
breathe me into
this next song,
new key,
new rhythm,
new tones,
timber through me
just letting the song merge with my state of being and take me
shamamama
Written by
shamamama  F/tropical island
(F/tropical island)   
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