Music Ketten
Music hangs fine lyrical paint,
paint that will never be unseen.
Unseen after it fills your heart,
heart exploding in fast music.
Music catapults a mood swing,
swing until you can’t anymore.
Anymore cannot sway a beat,
beat delivered by loud music.
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