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Music


There are rhythms that play in my head,

Test questions replaced by melodies instead.

Lyrics that live in my brain,

Triggered by sidewalks or rain.

Turning feelings into a verse,

Then into a song, no need to coerce.

You can take away almost anything,

But music is my only thing.

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