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Mar 2020
Fingers stiff
Back arches
Eyes blur

Pages yellow
Keys sour
Strings rust

Melodies fade
People leave
Heart breaks

The piano remains
I can't play our favorite song. Not because I've forgotten it, but because I couldn't bring my self near the piano after you left.
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