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The keys, black and white.
Blank, no sound.
Waiting for rivers of
melodies to be played.

Running my fingers
along the dusty wood.
Wondering what sorts
Of things I can do.

I hear the music.
I feel the integrity.
I am the softness.

I strike a key…
No sound comes out.
I tap a key...
The vibe sings.

Madness is in me.
The keys play songs,
filled with hatred,
glee, hatred, glee.
I stop.

The keys, black and white.
Loud, luscious sound.
Waiting for a break to
take place.

I am the softness...




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