Every stroke of each key
Struck a key of consequence in me
Over yonder, beyond my reach, what is it I see?
The key that I neglected to aknowlege existed on the other side of keyboard
Stroking the zenith of my being, quelling me to a blissful lull.
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The smooth rhythm synchronized with every ounce of blood that kept me alive
Believing in each lyric, salt-infested drops released from mental bondage
Freedom, alas you've come.
But transiently
The piano is an evanescent haze of audible gluttony now
And I have an insatiable hunger for it
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