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- Adric Rosen
- Jan 8, 2016
- 1 min read
I complain: “I don't like jazz...”
—I'm lying.
Remember the lumber mill of notes
Was forest, once.
[Author's note: I must have listened to this album like a thousand times. Unbelievable.]
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