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A clear mind
I'm just listening
The composition of beaded notes
dive at an angle aimed at my calves
Clear projectiles implode on my skin
slinking down toward my ankles
The rhythm is constant
Solid patterns
drumming
playing
trickling
A humming opus composed by the grey
leaving translucent tones around my feet
I could listen forever
The drenching sound
makes me
forget..
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