My Twenty-Somethings Ramblings of a Young and Restless

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Piano Man

Every night as I lie awake, I hear the faint melodies of the piano man. His song escapes through the walls, seeps through the vents, crawls its way under my door and cradles me under the covers.  I hear his heartbeat in each note. His anguish flows through his veins and pours out through his fingertips with the stroke of each key. Are you lonely too, I wonder as I lie in bed. “Didn’t you hear? He...

what’s there left to say

what’s there left to say
when my tongue
once dripping with ink
has been wrung dry
and my lips
full and plump
in its past life
now indian burned
and spli n tered

My Twenty-Somethings Ramblings of a Young and Restless

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