Words, Music, Memories

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Angles and edges

sharp

flat

in a corner

of the music room

memories of melodies

ghosts of small fingers

feeling their way

across keys

white

black

learning to play

a different type of game

momentarily

inhabiting

in a world

made of

the wistful wishful dreams

of

others

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“Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.”
― Hunter S. Thompson

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