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Sep 2022
he sounded like
the piano tinkling
little raindrops
through the falling
leaves- but all
he could hear was her.
So he played on til
the trees were barren
and his fingers fused
with ivory.
Tyler
Written by
Tyler  24/M/PA
(24/M/PA)   
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