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The Reason
This is the reason I do what I do.
A rhyme, a song in shades of blue.
Connections made to a million ties.
The longing stare of a million eyes.
Peering out from the darkness, soul by soul.
Bound by the sound of every note.
Bound by the beat of the rhythmic drum.
Bound by the voice of the chosen one.
Chosen to carry the weight of them all.
Chosen to suffer, chos...
Sunday 25th February 2024 8:03 pm
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