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Let me go

I hear harmonious sounds from afar
Yet it doesn't sound like music to me
plucking my strings
Striking your drums

Encircle m and ignite a fire
Those notes dancing about
Don't seem like concert notes to me

Grip your arms in this symphonic downfall
While I hold onto my last pearl of hope
Into reality, I listen to the melody of:
Booms.
Shouts.
Sparks.

I hear the catchy tone
Only to pierce my soul
My heart begs for a crumb of compassion.





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