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Compose
In the wrestling match, my knees buckled,
A staccato burst of defeat,
Feeling out of control, angry, a cacophony.
But then, ukulele strings under my fingers,
Offered a universe I commanded,
In the wrestling match, my knees buckled,
A staccato burst of defeat,
Feeling out of control, angry, a cacophony.
But then, ukulele strings under my fingers,
Offered a universe I commanded,
