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My Poem

January 13, 2017
By Anonymous

Flash

What happens quickly can go down in a flash
What I build too quick without care
Can fall in a flash

The fans are the reason I play, and they are the final step
The roaring of the stands
Without them, I would not play
The feel of the music through the stage
Without them, there would be no reason

When my pulse gains, there’s usually something to be scared of
When it speeds, the nervousness fills the air
Once the pulse slows, there is always relief
What happens quickly can go down in a flash

The fans are the reason I play
The roar drives me
It can be intense
It can be relaxed

All depending on the fans
The final step

What happens quickly can go down in a flash



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