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some of us wonder what a drum clinic would bloom on the plantation and others of us made such radiant escapes with our palms paving the earth on rhythm declension small mercies
or when she learned her potential children had already been born electric bodies to trick the seasons in olive black balance flashes of a shoot out in front of a chicken shack make the voodoo backwards and drummer fires through you like food and hungry niggas live forever, listen forever huddled together in the brush as shucked crops, listen and otherwise, close one all the way up to his heart where the bird flew out from mumblin' something about through thick and thin, listen his image window told him he was an opinion often beating the earth lawless as heroes is so fun and phantom listen
