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May 2020
it's the anchored sound of piano tiles
hit
struck
gently
by eagerly peaceful fingers

it's the pedal and it's sound
aching
breaking
groaning
under the pressure of beauty

when all has been stripped of
goodness
kindness
loving
it's the sound of tiles and pedals

that
remain.
sophia
Written by
sophia  16/F/Cali
(16/F/Cali)   
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