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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2001 Dec 13 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.13.17.27.11423]] |
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It's been so long since reaching out with fingers frail to gently touch the ivory keys the black and white spilling themselves before my eyes and under my hands the notes themselves again come to life as silence fills with a calming bliss and my soul empties pouring the troubles leaving the aches longing for beauty much like the kind I once found in you |