in spaces that the world chokes with its
bubble, hustle, and needless cheer,
in the crowds that passes us by,
in the crowds that make the world vast
desolate,
in the darkest hours that the sun
is never willing to be a conspirator,
we ride the rhythms of our favourite songs
because, in the end, music is all we got
buried deep,
buried in untouchable place,
buried in places where no amount of pain can
reach,
buried in sacred places inside us.
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