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Nov 2015
As I stare at you
how your hands run
from the keys
creating sweet melody
my heart calm down
dancing with you
oh the pianist
under the white tree
you're a gift to me
the sweetest in the morning.
At the hospital
Frances
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Frances  homeless
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