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i already posted this but didnt get many responses so idk yet. My Music Chapped lips pressed against cold mouthpiece, I inhale deeply, and exhale. Shapes, patterns, colors combined, makes my music. Fingers pumping, abs tensing, mouth clenching, achieves my goal. The reason I live. The reason...

Heres my poem. Im an ametuer keep in mind. Like really this is my first poem. My Music Chapped lips against cold mouthpiece, I inhale deeply, then exhale. Shapes, patterns, colors combined, makes my music. Fingers pumping, abs tensing, mouth clenching, Achieves my goal. The reason why I live...