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slows

i could ride on it, the sound
of how your music hits the ground of my skull
my insides pulled outward, feeling exposed
by the turning of the prose over
a low rhythm grows, it rose as my
heart pounded, and then it slows

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: harmony

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