april 8th
a poem about conflict
no matter how loud i play music
to keep myself sane - i loose it
behind the droning din
of hoovering
but when i switch of the vacuum
im hit by a huge sonic boom
of music making everything rattle
at risk of destroying my flat - i'll
turn it down it just a minute
but its great just to wig out within it
no matter how loud i play music
to keep myself sane - i loose it
behind the droning din
of hoovering
but when i switch of the vacuum
im hit by a huge sonic boom
of music making everything rattle
at risk of destroying my flat - i'll
turn it down it just a minute
but its great just to wig out within it
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