Music
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Pollen in the wind transcends to begin growth of all things born rotten.
Drums course through what was laid barren. Life becomes musical and traditional aspects of instrumentation are mutated.
When the levee breaks, all is revealed.
A rough draft of a song i composed.
Instrumental. Just a loop.
Losing myself in machine-like movements.
An instrumental piece.
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
