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Feb 2016
music. that is the language everyone spoke
even as i sat there. even as everyone sat there
it was colorful
it was beautiful
then it turned grey
the last keys of the piano were touched
and the musical that was my life
had ended

*-i took my headphones out
Leslie Zapata
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Leslie Zapata  soon, your memory
(soon, your memory)   
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   Aeerdna and Jack Davies
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