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Jul 2017
There is a piano player
Playing his piano inside
The walls of my mind today
Grey mornings, freeway rides
The coffee gets colder with soft lips
His music is swaying back and forth
Without rhythm, pace, or purpose
Just going along with the tide
Until the sun comes up
And he's in bed again
Far away on an island of fruit & wine
Sebastian Macias
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Sebastian Macias  Eagle Rock, Los Angeles
(Eagle Rock, Los Angeles)   
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