The drumbeats, they…
match those of my heart,
Invisible music;
Rhythms that hum only in the calm of unconsciousness –
Also maybe,
I’ve just
had too much rum
tonight.
The drumbeats, they…
match those of my heart,
Invisible music;
Rhythms that hum only in the calm of unconsciousness –
Also maybe,
I’ve just
had too much rum
tonight.
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