NaPoWriMo 2&3. I'll catch up I promise xD
I try to think of what to say to you, and all I hear in my head is the echo of the music you used to play.
And so I cry
as you reach to the leaves for guidance.
This isn't like before.
Stained fingers dancing on the keys,
spilling dischordant noise.
The colors are all wrong,
as you're bathed in an olive green cloud
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