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Thud
Time is infinite now
music carries the essence
of a soul like an echo inside
repeating rhythmically
drumming through history
thud thud thud comes the love
blue red is my blood
blue was the colour
I caught from above
like a train in my brain
acid rain stains colour
reclaims the lights flash
either side a fairground ride
alive inside my mind
feels always like
I'm crashing...
Thursday 31st August 2017 3:00 am
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