Myself this because of the sheer fucking rush of life
I get at four when I can't think of anything left to type
but "I'm a slave to rhythm" and feel the heartbeat
of the world.
This is the structure that I want to see,
The feeling of being here and now.
Alone in a sleeping town with myself,
And against the chill of tomorrow
I brace myself.
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