your eyes destroy me every time I think
that soul music train just doesn't end!
though this is a familiar kind of magic,
just reinvented.
for me to find.
and conquer.
I wish I could put it in writing...
but this good old war rages on.
chased by new formats and rocketmen,
the strings sing me sleep and throw me into the fireworks.
speechless, baby.
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