outdated cool, updated thought
prophecy spills through headphones perched atop ear drums
whistle of the tracks pours over thought
spur, spur, spur of the moment
the break dangles red and begs, begs, begs
"pull me" she whispers "test me," "feel me"
volume up, volume up
traffic lights in the distance
strangers holding fiction, shouting, shouting shouting
truths clouded by misconception
pop your ears
we're here.
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