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i pound the keys until
the ache calls for me to stop,
but i wont stop.
this is the only sound
breaking my silence
mom grandma everyone weeps for me
as i pour my emptiness from my fingertips
i am absent in sound
they say god can cure this love.
my fingers dance across the notes
i am nailed to this chair
this song is forever, not a phase.
it will linger long after
i walk away from these keys
i am silent no more
—bb, 13


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