clink.
clank.
clonk.
you press those keys,
hoping to release.
the one within,
sealed until the gate
opens.
ping.
pang.
pong.
hammering out those
pearly pieces, won't get you there.
to find your song,
will take the longest time.
(at least for you.)
crash.
in frustration, the instrument
is thrown.
your passion,
left to ruin.
drip.
drip.
drip.
worthless.
simply worthless.
those tears you cry,
over your broken piano.
it was you who did it.
you dont need to sob,
for the price you've payed,
those keys play only once.
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With my only claim to sanity being your voice and movements,
how can I refuse your intoxicating exotic aura? Make me move,
in ways only I know you could.
how can I refuse your intoxicating exotic aura? Make me move,
in ways only I know you could.
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