Chasm de Sam
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Merriment resonance rings, reflecting down to surveyors aluminum-fisted and grinning. It was the bodies who frequented the sound, but only for the quickest second, for when it was mentioned it took flight of hearing and stood still as rest. Then, soft twangs resounded from vibre-guitar melancholic in string plucks. No more of that, magnify with drums, bass, and heightened voices. Take vibrations on wood planked floor to sole in black socks, feeling that pulse shaking the whole room. Still stale air hangs overhead, awaited respirations of relaxation and ease. Swell combinations! Within sync and rhythm symbiotic. High hat and roll with snare.
To shine in comparison of dark window peekings, streetlamp shinings-on of asphalted land stretching toward highways and byways. Convened toward journeys home, headlighted and swaying.
No-man car dies next door, rusting inhales choke down, engine feeble from those good ol roaring twenties. Memorable times they were, proud in manufacture, presentable paint-shine! New coat that was, forever coolant for fevers, gasoline for hunger in that paved voyage of tomorrow; rest now. Blowing breeze whisks light leaves from tired hood and aching bumper. Passing peacefully, transformed in to an aged steel box garnished with worn out tread-less tire rubber.
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