the bass line of sonic perfection, beat after beat, colours saturating layer upon layer. on the outside, wet streets with the refreshing smell of rain and painted pictures of sleepy streetlights - an endless onlooker. listening to the hushed soothing tunes while dwelling in wednesday whimsies; a puff of city stardust on embellished nineteen eighties melodies. dreamy farewells to motion fatigue surfaced with tired eyes on a crescent moon. dance dance dance, along the serenity of chaos. i've always been looking for a Better.
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