Alice

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

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