Big tunes.
Slow tunes.
Smashing out.
Tearing out.
Ripping out.
Blasting out.
Every note will smash windows, a dozen.
Fabricating what i wish i did.
Heroes coming and going
like wildfire, burning me, kid.
They scream, screech hit out.
Come and go, come and go never stop.
Pulling me in.
Wishing i was in.
Epthasising words within.
Looking within.
These words, are made for a reason
the burning will stop and go
as every syallbell has gone and passed
will they stop.
hopefully, hopefully not.
Music is life.
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