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Mar 2015
I tried to create something from this,
but my piano did not bleed.

The sound that came out meant nothing in my ears.
It spoke of nothing and asked for nothing
and reminded me of you.

And now you're going to leave,
but my piano did not bleed.
Michaela
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Michaela  25/F/California
(25/F/California)   
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