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gliding over the piano keys hitting all the right combinations the receiver drifting off helped by smoke circles wiping the face settling in sitting deeper circle the glass edge soaked in oak mixed water burning wood crackles fire a visual trap slowly sifting trough the past regret and pride equally rememberd the ghost visit one by one all before midnight ding **** the old clock answers the tears the journey been long
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Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 5:42 AM UTC
gliding the piano
gliding over the piano keys hitting all the right combinations the receiver drifting off helped by smoke circles wiping the face settling in sitting deeper circle the glass edge soaked in oak mixed water burning wood crackles fire a visual trap slowly sifting trough the past regret and pride equally rememberd the ghost visit one by one all before midnight ding **** the old clock answers the tears the journey been long
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South African
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 5:42 AM UTC
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