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Aug 2010
the piano hammers lonely notes into the air
black claws shield the flame
her breath pulls the fire down
watch the colors swirl in her glass chamber
words rise in the smoke

fingers light on mechanical buttons
a hammer wakes another string

Alice brings her anger up
she slams it down on paper
reins it in with her drifting music
inhales...watches it turn to smoke

cozy in this flaming world
her inspiration comes to life
that swirling brew of words and notes
are suffocating in the smoke
This one's about some of my favorite things, it kinda makes me smile reading this.
Written by
Clair Leone
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