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I went from paradiddle to embouchure
:from keeping a pulse I took
to floating a trill high above the fray
See, the music stand felt frightfully
warmer than the mosh floor melée
I yearned to fall amongst rock'n riot grrls
but never could lock in follow-step
til I slunk into the dance studio
O ballerina kisses, fruitless curiosity
unfulfilled in a night's pinch
(grope? fumble? collapse?)
Alone in my tower of babble
I mourn for the dead: overwhelmed
by spirits I make liquor my business
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