Rhythm

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The rumbling rhythm of base and music blasting from the flaming core of my jambox, through a coil of surging copper cords, into my pulsating eardrums and distributed out to fill the burning desire of my every cell.
Just as a blazing bolt of electricity from the raging skies strikes a tree, engulfing its every limb with thousands of degrees, frying it to a solid crisp, and eventually the rest of the forest. Only to bestow a fresh birth of new life upon it once more





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