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May 2015
I’ve been walking down IKEA
however dull it sounds
I saw a girl
Round my age, maybe younger
With eyes as melancholic as mine
She was tapping Rachmaninov on a wooden table
with tears dripping down her hollowed face
And I shivered
Because I used to be her
I'm still repulsed by classical music and it still triggers
Valentina Van Goethe
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   Ashley D Escobar
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