under a humming dreambeautiful seconds within a echo
she's haunted
shapes at her feet
something dark
a quiet hum hits like a echo
there is no surface
just a beautiful panic
shapes every instance
above a stark inky cool
(Taken from a short story by Lisa. R which was put into a cut up machine to make this poem)
Chad Vangaalen-Ripped Islands Stand out lyric
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