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Early morning, slightly subdued, a drawn out yawn reflecting my mood, 

slope to the kettle, body distorted by its metallic curves, amuse myself for a 
while, infusing with herbs, 

while my head changes shapes, prepare my tea as the vapours, 

start to rise, steam hits my face, close my eyes, 

let the wet warmth refresh, body and mind starting to mesh, 

aided by 1xtra on the TV, blue screen showing, first sip of tea then smoke 
blowing, 

a beautiful release, tenderly at first, like those tinkering keys, 

in (Digital Underground's) Dowhatchulike, pretend my spliff's a cordless mic,

 each word elongates or collapses with my breath, feel more bounce in each 
step,

 taking control, dance music blessed with a soul, 

a 60s freedom, before this note perishes I'm pleading,

 for the next to strike, a tai pan-boxing as my fingers type, 

without the keys, trying to feel the intricacies, 

of this melody, soak them in through my skin, at my fingertips they begin to 
begin, 

slow percolation, travel every vein, artery, building to a crescendo, reaching 
the heart of me, 

feel it beat harder, deeper, club lights appear with eye closure, a UFC sleeper 
as I hug each shoulder, 

self embracing, ash altering tattoos, a new creation, 

my mind wandering while the DJ burbles, Jessica Eniss's arse doing the 
hurdles, 

only exquisite thoughts, eliciting the illicit, her body contorts, 

in slow motion, as the intro prolongs she melds with the ocean, 

the ocean with the beach, the beach with the dunes, soon I'm back stood on 
my balcony, consumed by the tunes, 

each note, bar, verse, look out to nature, 'life could be worse,' 

'life could be better,' an eternal conversation, my consolation a constellation, 

of shining stars, bars and bars and bars, 

not drinking, not drunk, have some of this stinking skunk, 

it's starting to work, feel their vocals envelop me, a whole body smirk, DJ 
telepathy, 

seems to know my highs, my lows, flows with me then starts to oppose, 

trying to provoke me, ignite me, then she strokes me lightly, 

so softly, DJ B.Traits, doing it properly, 

both hands working, head tilted, expletives-unfiltered, 

an unhindered exuberance, her on the decks decadence, 

taking me higher, I'm addicted, her my supplier, 

hit after hit bringing feelings of euphoria, so sensual, need to hear more of 
her,..............
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