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Saturday, July 28, 2007



The trembling of my fingers
the notes across the page
the sweetness of a melody
my mind holds in its gaze

The song that plays so softly
in haste across the strings
vicariously performed
but only sadness does it bring

The nauseous imperfections.
Disappointment holds my heart
muffles all I feel inside
and makes it fall apart.

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