Unsteralised instruments.
Symphonic backtracked predicaments.The unfortunates.Epidermis 100 pager scripts.Beethoven marveled intellect.Where sanity drifts.He picks the axe and calligraphy sparks.The hidden behemoth.Hiding late night swinging in the kiddies park.Back and fourth.Back and fourth he goes.He walks.He paces.Looking different places.Different taste.Changing tunes.Melodys.Which he observes in bushy trees.No enemies. . .But the parents...they don't like their 7 year olds talking with strangers. Advertised dangers.Simple ''hi''...to meeting up later..Cause he's a converser.Lollipops and ice-creams.Weapons killing dreams. Inspirational. . ... The echoes downstairs crams rocking. Prisoners screaming.The walls are speaking.''Help me''...''I want my mommy''.Calming music. As with this he can't sleep. Insomnia ridden.A nightmare living.
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