Simultaneously, pitter-patter, we splatter the same earth
And not knowing anything, that us two exist, is a wonderful petty mess
Ton's of quiet in between the miles,
Where two static electricity's are a miss
But bended though, they will get
When tapping into the same link
And button-pushing, heart-thinking, fast-forward, slow-motion-
The mile's quietness cease to exist
Bent-static, pitch-tork, fractal-bit's, came together
And tuned in
Beat-and-beat-and-beat after beat
Realization:
If it wasn't for music
Non of this would exist
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