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Apr 2015
Music
It plays in the background
Such a lovely sound
The piano player's hands are delicate
Long
Pale
She closes her eyes and sways to the music she makes
Not paying attention to anything around her
The music runs through her veins
As if it gives her life
The one watching her
The one listening
The eyes are blank and cold
The heart is cold and dark
The one listening no longer speaks
No longer moves
His eyes are blank and cold
Emotionless
The music no longer warms his heart
Shadow Black
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