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Sep 2014
The piano
The guitar
I've always been drawn to them
I remember
You had me up in your room
Wanting to show me
To strum for me
Introduce me to
The unknown
But I left you
For his piano
For his drums
While you tried
Desperately for me to
Listen to the cords that you played
When I finally looked back
When I decided to listen
You no longer wanted me to stay
As you took me home
I realized my mistake
Part memory, part metaphor.
A mistake I don't want to make again.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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