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Feb 2015
His poetic handles played the notes in beautiful synchronization
Black key white key white key black key
It was his only way to escape the never ending maze he called life
The notes ringing with such a pleasant tone
Even those who were deaf couldn't resist
His hands crafted songs while his heart thought of the rhythm
The rhythm of their love
A love that did not last longer than the song he wrote for her
Veemz
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