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The Mellon Apr 2016
Fresh at birth
So smooth and small
Fingers with such little girth
Even as you learn to crawl

So smooth and small
No longer
Even as you learn to crawl
Your hands become stronger

No longer
As you move through life
Your hands become stronger
Pulling you through strife

As you move through life
Your hands develope
Pulling you through strife
Innocence past corrupt

Your hands develope
Touching the life of others
Innocence past corrupt
But gentle as lovers

Touching the life of others
Finding a spouce
But gentle as lovers
Love unable to douse

Finding a spouce
New hands coming to Earth
Love unable to douse
Fresh at birth
Arcassin B Mar 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Writing music notes about shard blades,
What is your excuse,
Wondering what if,
And what your mother has been up to,
Pianos tell it all,
Like the graze of keys on the side door of a car,
Your spouce didn't think you would go that far,
The pain and the lies caused them to split apart,
Pianos tell it all,
The rise of a newborn,
Not exposing that child to the devil horns,
Teach and protect is the oath you sworn,
Pianos tell it all.
20.

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