I stumbled across the forgotten piano,
wasting away in the dusty recesses of a basement,
underneath a house falling down in the green wasteland that flowers so rapidly, engaging all the tendrils wrapping themselves around
the way you used to wear your hair like a towel,
draped over your breasts melting off of your chest
with longing for other nights we may have recalled
if only our brains weren't such a mess.
Now I can hardly keep my eyes open long enough
to gently caress those dusty ivory keys
to play a song that will burn through the ages
to sweetly tap the strings of the last setting sun
as we slow our way
into stasis.
I can never remember the words to songs.
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