Recital by Kori / Written 1/14/17 – 7 pm

Popping Advil like skittles.
Off tune melodies fill the air,
and false praises.
No practice = No improvement
Eyes rolling to the back of my head.
Ears bleeding.
True love is sacrificing a limb.
Claps and cheering rouse me from this coma.



You go!

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