Double dagger now,
off-beat causing tingling nerves.
Burning spirit flows.
In hot fires, life is polished.
Bright riffs spark revolutions.
Double dagger now,
off-beat causing tingling nerves.
Burning spirit flows.
In hot fires, life is polished.
Bright riffs spark revolutions.
Music, Poems, Poetry, Safe Places, Spirituality, Tanka, The Mars Volta
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