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Feb 2019
a song i play on the piano
a melody whose meaning can change with the tempo:
fast- for the autumn walks and sneaking out at 1 am,
holding hands and running in the rain to the gas station,
blaring our favorite music in the basement,
the world light and the scent of ***** in the air.
a pleasant high as we dance together.

but then i play it slow- for when i called you in the dusk,
dry heaving on the side of the road as i sobbed,
begging for the truth, pleading and weeping for just the truth,
hanging up when you finally do,
tears filling the streets as i scream,
i go home numb and put my headphones in,
ignoring the world for months.
i miss those nights, before...
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Dean  21/M
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   delilah
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