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Nothing is ever time wasted, just the interlude to the rest of the album. Soon it becomes nostalgia. To think you almost pressed the skip button.. It's all about trying new things. Slowing were briding the gap. Looping untold tales of blues and jazz into our samples. The things considered classical. Instant vintage. The things we keep hidden in headphones, The venerability of hype. It's always about the crowd. Afraid to digest something different. This was the first time I met her. At first I laughed, Reaction that I faced my own ignorance. Listening again finding purpose. Not knowing that we'd come to spend the rest of our lives together. All three minutes and forty five seconds. I was dishonest. Not revealing anything real about myself until I heard it for the first time. The first time she sung. Music. This wasn't an image to be upheld in front of others. Or the gossip type spread circle to circle. I was never exposed to this. Skimming the top layer ready to press next. Too far caught in the slander that first impressions can give. History often repeats itself but this wasn't the case. This was wholeheartedly the epitome of how she effected me. The rhythm of how she moved. How she spoke. Like that I matured almost instantly. She became my biggest influence. A two way street that bridged the gap of my own ignorance. After time I began to leave my headphones on the dresser. We were amplified. She'd follow me everywhere just as I'd follow her. Soon it caught on to the masses. Each and every thought became a publicist of what she'd recite over and over again. A parental advisory issued with every cover. Finding the one became a catalog. Stumbling back to the first interlude all over again. The copyright not for sell

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Date: 3/14/2018 3:16:00 AM
What a powerful poem of self-reflection, heightened by the cautions to open yourself to possibilities and love. Wow!
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