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[cremoso]

If I knew how to play piano
I might write a song
So I could sing along
And sing something sweet

When I see a camera
I catch life on negatives
Hoping to remember the best
Because I've forgotten in the past.

When I write I think
Long and slow
So maybe then letters are more
Than scattered pieces of alphabet
Soup.

Symphonies play in my head
And I stare at walls
I'll forget where I am and what is said
It probably doesn't mean much.

I don't think much since I grew up;
Its painful and labored
To construct a sentence from the heart,
But maybe not so hard after all.