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Piano Conscience

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The notes are heavy as lead,
dragging down my soul
with their somber melody.
The volume rises.
My heart sinks.
As it decrescendos and flows into
the bridge, my thoughts
wander to a dead meadow.
the air is still, fill
with the scent of regret,
waiting to die alone.



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