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I like the subtle alliteration, it gives the concrete beehive realism.
Here is one from me:
Staccato harpies
lighting my way
or forcing me
while they bray.
The music moves
my soul, hence
better than the
ennui of silence.
If nothing matters
then I dance along
keep on
keepin' on.
Until...
its gaping maw
our bodies fill
refined or raw.
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