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FM Frequencies shocking through my heart, blurring colors with deep, droning base. Sitting in the car, he looks at me and grins. His thin chuckle chocking me in its warm embrace. 'keep your eyes on the road' 'keep your eyes on the road' Turning up the volume and turning down our thoughts. Laughing at the kids screeching by: Naked and angry, with boiling flesh. He taps the tone with timid tips of his fingers. Strumming on my heart. Drumming out my FM frequencies.
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
FM Frequencies
FM Frequencies shocking through my heart, blurring colors with deep, droning base. Sitting in the car, he looks at me and grins. His thin chuckle chocking me in its warm embrace. 'keep your eyes on the road' 'keep your eyes on the road' Turning up the volume and turning down our thoughts. Laughing at the kids screeching by: Naked and angry, with boiling flesh. He taps the tone with timid tips of his fingers. Strumming on my heart. Drumming out my FM frequencies.
very very rough draft
kenna-mcc
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
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