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Throbs

everything’s connected 
everything pulses 

glowing on 
frequencies lost to us 

sometimes someone 
pulls in our vibration 

and then life feels 
like a song 

dark’s punctured 
dirty streets shine 

dull and monotonous 
are transformed 

it just takes you 
and a little smile 

where it goes 
we don’t have to know

🌷(2)

◄ Midnight Buys Me

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