
Electric beats
synthetic sounds pulsate
the rhythms of the heart
glitching and spinning in
revolving neon lights.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees

Electric beats
synthetic sounds pulsate
the rhythms of the heart
glitching and spinning in
revolving neon lights.
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-Alina