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Re: "What are you listening to right now?" Thread
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Portrait of Macadamia
Black, red, white, and wood is a passing.
Even dots, crown or thorns does not raise.
But the singularity is incalculably graced.
Macadamia, beguile a hard case.
Why necessary is unnecessary haste.
How unnecessary is necessary late.
Given for less, gotten for more.
Not what it means, that's what it seems, what it is for?
Neither immortal nor invincible,
the moon is not a warning.
Knocking, poking, shaking
whichever halts the beating.
the logic is in the plea,
the plea is in the hold,
the hold is in the measures,
the measures is in the fate.
Macadamia, the fate is in the place.
Back to music! <3
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