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Post by kickthemoney on Jan 21, 2012 0:25:44 GMT -5
everyone owns a name mine: the piano only the decided may be heard as only the decided may be seen but even all the notes a whole will never be me for the human create would look like an arm and a half
the legs comfort the shell, who disappears the hammers, who waits for the musician, who gambles his time on a handcrafted bench
the whole piano would waste away without the bench for a musician would fall before and evil note is heard, and a piano lonely is more a contorted tree but the obedient hammers wait on to crack out the half truths on which the musicians so amuse themselves
sometimes the tree askew is better for it despises the sadness and one day might wise up to become a see-saw.
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