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As life's birth record began to play out, the syringe dropped pushing crack music through our rhythms and blues
She, smooth as brass in an open jazz melody, he, was a keynote in the percussion of rock and roll heartbeats
They, were the boom bap in the classic soul of hip hop and a run when riding the cadence becomes an extended solo on eardrums
Love turned their euphoric grasses blue where they laid restless soaking in the county until reggae pop'ped up like fireworks
She was sound waves surfing through wavelengths leaving musical notes on his time lines, he was tattooed with the graffiti of her word play
She was poetry, fragmented sentencing that last forever, dark diction, metaphors and similes; nursery rhyme and spoken word, she was poetry the pulse of the brain the artery of the soul, she was poetry, she was poetry, she was poetry, but so was he
