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Movement the Last: Eulogy to an Unplayed Score
Author: Plato's Optic Runaway PM
A dark music room...a quiet piano...I thought he loved me then. Music lies too well. The title...and the poem...simply do not ask.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Tragedy/Angst - Words: 31 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-04-03 - id: 1438444
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Paradoxical keys
Tapping through the windows
To a darkened bramble grove
Of plastic coated thorns
And I'm lost within the shining
To a concluding funeral hymn's
Never-ending embrace
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