Beat poem
It strikes me
the cadence
of miracles and
Songs.
Between the two
roads diverged we lie,
inextricable
Souls.
My heart rhythm’s
Strange
from childhood
measles.
It strikes me
the cadence
of miracles and
Songs.
Between the two
roads diverged we lie,
inextricable
Souls.
My heart rhythm’s
Strange
from childhood
measles.
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