Slave to the rhythm

Breathe out breath
Slave for poetrey and music
The only load that’s good for me
Everything else is just shit
But still all this dances around me
And I’m getting crazy sometimes
But you keep pushing me
Most of all, you recognize yourself
Slave for your rhythm
And slave for your book
And I describe how life is
Can I breathe without it?
I’m slave to all that artistic
Even love writes so
I’m walking in your ocean
And I’m kidding wounds
But I’m still hot and clean
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