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A click of a lock at curfew cut off the chaos of the day, The last pulse in the longest piece we’d had to play, Stillness and silence until tomorrow’s dawn. Until a string broke in the room, A final sigh before the creak of drying wood, The trio rocked and murmured ‘til my tears subsided. The Sultan would spare the enchantress, But I still wept, because I knew That ten doors down, in her own prison, Scheherazade was weeping too.
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Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
The Final Tale
A click of a lock at curfew cut off the chaos of the day, The last pulse in the longest piece we’d had to play, Stillness and silence until tomorrow’s dawn. Until a string broke in the room, A final sigh before the creak of drying wood, The trio rocked and murmured ‘til my tears subsided. The Sultan would spare the enchantress, But I still wept, because I knew That ten doors down, in her own prison, Scheherazade was weeping too.
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Neither/a rainy place
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
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