stuff_thangs (stuff_thangs) wrote in automaticwriter,
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First Try

Knock, knock, knock
Our voices ring in empty vaults.
It is dark, so dark, but echoes flickers flashes hints
what it is and what used to be all of a piece. A little of that old time rock & roll, that
old time religion, that old center of gravity seeking snake oil, sex, and shine.
I'd rather have jazz, have you ever felt the blues, every time I hear that techno-pop.
They all overlap until it's silence and the only song is the
tap, tap, tap of our soles.
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