With fingertips that spit flames
to build fire under the feet
of those who listen to his beats
blasting through the speakers
is the only way he knows
how to melt the ice-cold-snow
accumulated in his veins
frozen from a heritage
built from vodka and war.
With this passion for rhythm
he brings people together
leaving footprints on their eardrums
for the rest of forever
reminding them of the youthful soul
that stole the heart of a girl
that holds the key to his own.
It's her job to show him
what love really means.
If he lets her in
she will be his relief.
If he lets it be
she will set him free.
Like an extra lung
she can help him breathe.
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