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Jul 2020
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My heart pounds like a rhythmic explosion in my ears,
And it sets my body on a course, rocking me -
not to sleep like grandma,
But shaking me awake like there's an emergency I cant see.
This isnt music,
It's a battle cry.
Written by
Donielle  30/F/Pennsylvania
(30/F/Pennsylvania)   
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