both feet planted
shoulder-width apart
fingers in place
trembling in anticipation
a bead of sweat
trickles down my cheek
one deep breath
sends the brilliant brass
to plant a memory
within every ear
twenty counts
and they're all mine
this is where i belong;
my only sanctuary
the only friend I've got left.
just as long as it doesn't disappoint me.
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Written July 30th, 2005
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wow. this is awesome! i luved every word, would change a thing. great details, can totally see it... err hear it. very cool. and nice twist at the end. so well-written!!!
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Aaaw so sad..I think its really good, I usally dont like stuff that dosent rhyme, but this was awesome!!!
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