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Lost in the ways of sound waves Swimming in the tone of the loud bass Hoping I can make this home Let my home be a soundscape Let my thoughts drift off, my mind is infinite When I think of this, I think of things That are intimate, increments, sentences No I'm not sexually speaking Art is inside of my soul, from the outside it is reaching
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
Loud Bass
Lost in the ways of sound waves Swimming in the tone of the loud bass Hoping I can make this home Let my home be a soundscape Let my thoughts drift off, my mind is infinite When I think of this, I think of things That are intimate, increments, sentences No I'm not sexually speaking Art is inside of my soul, from the outside it is reaching
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
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