Like dusty rugs and banana slugs
leave residue on my floor
my newfound spirituality
left an imprint like a sore
Pock-marked children with menial ambitions
played on cobble streets
humming songs with lustrous percision
to a fog horns beat
Please tell me what you think
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Bach never wrote 'em like that!


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man. you are fucking fantastic kyle.


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You got the beat, bruhtha
never heard your pieces rhyme before. it's nice.
a lot of disease...its the only connection between the two fugues besides the rhyme.
i imagine trash can percussion, hopscotch, and whooping cough.
very nice.




