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Nov 2012
The door was locked
I knew the key was in the old clock
Twist the key
And push the door open
There was the black beauty
Each footsteps like a note
Lift my fingers to white and black keys
Push away the dust
I sit before her
And let my fingers lead me
Each note takes away the pain
Drains it from my veins
I fall in love with the melody
Filling the room
Filling my soul
Taking my tears
Making me whole
Uncovering me
Letting me show
But I'm not embarrassed
I revel in it
Breath it in
Drink in the light
Let the happiness fill me
To my bones
And come to an end
Breathing heavy
I lean my head against her soft black paint
Then leave
Glancing over my shoulder
Before I shut the door
And lock it
Katlyn Orthman
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Katlyn Orthman  21/F/Minnesota
(21/F/Minnesota)   
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