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She ran She ran towards the uncompleted music room She stood at the corner with her red dress The corner where the tall windows were The corner where the piano was With a touch, she played her heart Her heart of cries The music room was complete with her tears
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
Tall Windows
She ran She ran towards the uncompleted music room She stood at the corner with her red dress The corner where the tall windows were The corner where the piano was With a touch, she played her heart Her heart of cries The music room was complete with her tears
inspiration from a short story by a friend of mine. "The Pianist" by J.S
silent-sight
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
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