Soundless

By
Soundless.
I sit
Soundless.
I can’t afford a horn.
My new school won’t supply me one.
Music
Normally stops the hurt.
I could play until my chops wore out.
There’s no music.
Nothing is worth listening for.
Even my Crying is
Soundless.





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