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Deep Cool
All over this azure bubble suspended
In the palm of nothing
Deep cool fails to register on a thermometer or thermostat
Below zero negroes
Indigo tinged disciples of deep cool
Cool when your feet hit the street
Cool when your life plays plays out
like the music in your ear
The hiss of an old record
speaking between beats
Cool
Deep cool...
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mlowe5 says: Definitely deep. Thanks for the share. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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LP45 says: Nice |
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love_supreme says: Excellent write. |
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