It's about the crack, the whip
The energy
I feel the static that drips and
It's synergy
I am the pulse, the spark
The very beginning
That breaks through the night, the light
It's endless giving
I smell the fuel, the gas
Burning brighter
I spark the match, and hatch the flames
With a lighter
An explosion
The erosion
Of the start of anew
It's the same
As the bang
From where the bullet traveled through
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Author:
Noah (
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Comments1
This is filled with movement and intention, I absolutely love that
Thanks my dude
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