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Vibe


I vibe to your music and use it as my way to heal from the abuse I've deduced from the rest of the

garbage they call music.

Cleanse myself of the sound confused, made by people amused with the amount of hoes they can

use as a reference to self empowerment.

Admiring your craft wondering maybe one day you could heal my heart as it aspires to be loved just

like I love your music.

Using it as a way to contradict my wants and needs while my soul feeds on the smooth beats that

take the place of speech.

Maybe my heart is confusing two loves profusely exchanging admiration with adoration as a

potential to have me put on a pedestal.

I hope you'll see through my "I don't need nobody" attitude as a facade for show.

But for now, we'll never know.

8/15/2011

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Atlas Cortez

Hayward, CA. Philosopher, artist, mental nomad.

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