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WHEN ACID BECOMES JAZZ?

Its rustling. Dripping. Playing. It makes zzz.
Moving in lines. Sounds are traveling. Hopefully melancholy.
It seems to be always the same persons, which are fighting in mind.
Keeping Silence. A prospecting of Sound?

Views are floating, its still a Trial. Elusive.
A Saxophon tells us. And Trains. And a Piano… which could never decide!
If there is a possibility of listening waves beating? Or do they rythm the beat?

And when Acid becomes Jazz?

Text: eve-carlice

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