the music

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    the music

    watch me move my hands & feet...
    to the sound of this slow beat...
    replaying the song on repeat, i seek...
    the music.
    i close my eyes & listen to the harmonizing beauty...
    watch me wind, grind, and roll my booty...
    smoking, listening to these lyrics have me woozy...
    i love what it does to me,
    the music.
    it's inside of my soul, i cannot control, lord behold,
    the way i can fold my hands...
    i remember when i used to play in the band...
    oh the feeling, during the season, it gave me a reason to listen to...
    the music.
    no more stress because i've diffused it...
    John Green molded me & helped me use it...
    this is my muse, my tool, i feel...
    don't abuse it...
    the music.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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