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Tone deaf & colorblind The black and white keys Puzzle me I treat it like a typewriter No words or sounds But, hands Think through my fingers, or with Stay in g in my spine Walking to my eyes I finally look at my stalkers My posture straightens & I'm taller than I, remember Ing how to look forward in a body pulled taut & I shout louder than I recall my chin had space for, no one Holds my tongue, but my voice singing until The birds are the ones talking
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 5:09 AM UTC
It's only when I'm still & silent that I can play piano
Tone deaf & colorblind The black and white keys Puzzle me I treat it like a typewriter No words or sounds But, hands Think through my fingers, or with Stay in g in my spine Walking to my eyes I finally look at my stalkers My posture straightens & I'm taller than I, remember Ing how to look forward in a body pulled taut & I shout louder than I recall my chin had space for, no one Holds my tongue, but my voice singing until The birds are the ones talking
I need there to be a fountain pen equivalent to the piano
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 5:09 AM UTC
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