remix

take these thoughts and tie me up, use these words to pin me down. in this revolution we bare more than arms and spill more than blood. we are tangled up in the morning, in white sheets and black magic. it’s the sounds that made us come, aural pleasures, the beating of our hearts and the flesh made whole. it drew us together and let us go. deep space and thin lines that made a map of our hearts and a sample of our souls. the dj spins the akashic record from the tracks we laid down. the needle in the groove travels across our bodies and plays our song. the one we know by.

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