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Dec 2016
the white scenery beneath these hands
only disrupted by
scattered black islands

the breathing air in this cold room
clear yet filled
with o so sweet tones

the movement of these skilled fingers
an ****** dance
caught on open display

the elegance of this daring feat
shining bare
under demanding lights

the piano
not obeying
but
freeing me
Aka
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Aka
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