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in a bit of a mess, left out for years what’s the point of denying it on top of the list I’m terrified of the piano in the attic, black dots & lifeline on a blank sheet music heals wounds you can see through I wonder if I’d be alive if it wasn’t for you Blowing the dust off my toy piano watch your baby steps until you make it there forget the headache & heavy-going feeling until you’re weightless wandering the chords you might loose yourself
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
The Piano
in a bit of a mess, left out for years what’s the point of denying it on top of the list I’m terrified of the piano in the attic, black dots & lifeline on a blank sheet music heals wounds you can see through I wonder if I’d be alive if it wasn’t for you Blowing the dust off my toy piano watch your baby steps until you make it there forget the headache & heavy-going feeling until you’re weightless wandering the chords you might loose yourself
hanellie
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
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