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Friend

I'll caress gently, slowly building up hopes
building up tension

I'll leap, jump and twirl over beaten rubber

all the while, building

I'll prepare

then begin

Start on hard. Letting myself go and shouting my issues at it

Pulling off fast and venting my angers. letting old wounds re-open

Down, down we go. I continue quickly, seething

and begin to slow

and after all anger comes pity
loss, doubt,

like a wounded puppy I go slow.

melancholily weeping without tears as I cringe at my failures and
embarrassments that won't let me rest

anger grips

tempo ups

and the hard attack begins again. Finally I'm done with a final smash of the cymbal and I walk away from my friend when none are around.


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