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is going

solo piano Saturday,
in a game that has
hundreds of years, hundreds
lips, notes shelters
never
more skin, hands. Another Saturday

delivered to the shooting said the magic, the joy
than expected
born and legend.

I sing a requiem for the life that makes its way to me.

I sing a flower that has always been my chosen
despite not knowing how she looked.
I keep a time and a cigarette
sepia bad off.
Girl With little hands touch,
in my mind, an abstract piano ...