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May 2014
I'm a slave to the rhythm a slave to the beat.
The heartbeat of the earth demands it.
The rhythm demands I fall to my feet.
The rhythm beats out a tattoo on my heart.
Life beats out a rhythm it demands a lot of those who follow it, We dance to it.
Let the rhythm be my guidance, let me resound on this forsaken sacred ground.
I'm a soul looking to be whole rhythm is the hidden magic i am a slave to it.

Written 29th May 2014.
Written by
Kelly O'hara  Scarborough
(Scarborough)   
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   ajit peter
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