Now grates on my ears.
The mangy chord-progression,
The rib-visible skeleton of an over-pushed beat
That once kindled my action has been losing its heat,
Shedding eight-notes as it grinds over my dried mind.
A fiery song that burns long is sure hard to find,
and soon, with no watchdog I find myself hurled,
Overthrown down from my personal world.
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