don't know how many times I rehearsed these lines to memorize to recite open mic night open bar BYOB background guitar softly strumming drummer slightly off beat in the spotlight in the hot seat moonlit night candles burning mood is right something stirring in the atmosphere those who have ears eyes up here I seem to disappear into the GoodLife recalling back last time here feeling the leaking from a rift in the ceiling hold the applause don't put out the ethor allow the waves to dream in the present participles inking transitory drippings
The Immortal Wize
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