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Your voice is like music in my ears
I can dance to it
But I don't understand

I can write your words on a sheet
But they don't fit in a poem
A creative frequency
Unlike any other

You hold lessons where people rave
You write novels that instruments play

In a desperate try to communicate
To the blend of notes you commemorate
A secret speech built on pitches and tones:
You talk through the beeps of mobile phones

Visuaaliset taiteilijat, ilmoittakaa itsestänne!

Neil Gaiman - Neverwhere, Maanalainen Lontoo

taidat olla rohkea
uskalsit tulla tänne

Sober at last
It's the first day of Christmas past
Woke up too fast
The paper says

I see all

I am coloured red
When they speak of...
Take inside their dread
The white lenses

World without a name
Your face inside the frame
Artificial
You are plugged in
Plugged out
Plugged in

And I am coloured red
When they speak of...
Take inside their dread
The white lenses

I am coloured red
Gossip echoes
We're clinically dead
Inside our hallways

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Monen viikon loma, ja tuossa on ainoa kokonainen viisu. : DD ja seki tommosta vitunmoista emoa. AMPUKAA.

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RIHANNA O '88 :______________D