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May 16

You sit at the piano
With our past and future
In front on you
You play a song
and your smile
lights up the room
I wish I could play
the piano.
But these hands
were not made to make music
Brutal hands for
fighting in the ring
Fingers tear all
that comes to touch.
Grip only suited for
The knockout punch
I love youโ€ฆ.
But my darling
You are so fragile
I fear touching you
Let it be your playing
of Wagners โ€˜Lohengrinโ€™
to make soft my
hardened soul
Written by
Bj  M/Port Melbourne
(M/Port Melbourne)   
       David Mikosz, Arrow, Chantell Wild, Fawn, Katja P and 2 others
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