Veins pulsing,
Bones shaking,
Body swaying,
To the beat.
Shuffle, skip, repeat.
Music fills me completely.
Only vaguely aware of my surroundings,
Everything else is lost in the sound waves.
This is my true escape,
Away from the qualm of life.
Let my breath be taken away by the intricate rhythm.
Pause, rewind, play.
Try to decipher what the music is trying to say.
Forever tainted, forever changed.
One thing that doesn't always need to be explained.
Author notes
Poem I wrote for English 
Comments
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very good poem. I liked it
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I WAS NEXT TO U WHEN U WROTE THIS
i love it =D -
ha qualm is an English word
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i know
we had to use at least 1 word from our vocab.
i used 3
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