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Sep 2018
Music fills my ears
Like poured from an empty glass
Sung underwater if to be masked
Forms of a rhythmic beat
Drums pounding with indecisive heat
A smile tip-toes across my face
Guitar fingered at a dizzy pace
Hands sprinting through piano keys
Controlled by wrist on stormy seas
Heart pounding
Bass mounting
Such wild, untamed noise
But the band keeps its poise
Jacob s gurrola
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Jacob s gurrola  28/M/Chula vista
(28/M/Chula vista)   
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