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I wrote a poem in english, hence its a little structured for my taste, but hell, we all live in the same yellow submarine, and how shitty would life be if we never shared?

Music arrived
intricate combinations
the devil's drums and angel voices
Gentle melodies clinging to
a gentle breeze
It made us cry

Something. I remember, was
love at first (sight)
passion unmatched by love, and
an abode on the corner
of that friendly yellow bear

It's beyond bus rides,
and headphones.
Music,
my comfort, my rage,
my crush,
my obsession.
Words beyond Webster's
The choreography of
Tiny Dancers