he has a way with the piano...
the keys are connected to my heartstrings.
each key hammers the string.
sometimes gently.
sometimes with great force.
i think that's where my hurting heart comes from.
his fingers fly across ebony and ivory playing the song that only he knows...
the song that he'll only let her hear.
and i ache...
i ache so bad to be her.
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