The music pursued its course
Two bars together
Never monotonous
Sometimes exaggerated
Oddly enough, at times cold and disorganised
Lack of sympathy
Breaking the bridge of the human world
Through uneven phrases
Through individual fragments
Through prose and chaos
Dredging up agony
And subconsciously my body
Separate itself from my mind, my soul
And the diagnose: SLIPPED DISC!
-PRK-
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