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Treating my feet to the beat I leap from my seat despite the sleet, take my heat to the streets the concrete is freeing from: the deceit which we deal in the obsolete (which I'm fleeing) the people we're mistreating which we repeat and repeat and it's all self defeating when the elite just replete despite our attempts to delete or just maybe deplete... so I retreat to the sweet beat of the blues as the pavement meets and greets my shoes down the lanes and avenues just hoping for something nice on the news
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
This Beat
Treating my feet to the beat I leap from my seat despite the sleet, take my heat to the streets the concrete is freeing from: the deceit which we deal in the obsolete (which I'm fleeing) the people we're mistreating which we repeat and repeat and it's all self defeating when the elite just replete despite our attempts to delete or just maybe deplete... so I retreat to the sweet beat of the blues as the pavement meets and greets my shoes down the lanes and avenues just hoping for something nice on the news
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
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