BEATS
As I lay on the floor,
Bass pumping,
heart racing,
hand on the stomach,
eyes closed,
bass flows from the palm of my hand and connects to the beat of my heart.
Beat
Bass.
Moves my whole body.
Changes me.
Moves me.
Makes me jump.
Takes the world's problems away.
Help's me escape this world.
Music.
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