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[thriftyrock]

there is this piano...
it stares at me with its
not quite ivory keys
and it remembers every false note i strike
repeating back to me, a skewed melody

words to the ears of a drum

that say, keep

keep your words
if this is allyou have to say.

but i wont shut up

spider-like fingers
crawl across the keyboard
back and forth, dizzy.

util they give up...
and fall down.