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J Matthew Waters Reads
the violin and the pianotheir sound supersedes the
clamor and the simmering pot not quite boiling not quite understood the floors mean nothing they’ve since been replaced replaced but not restored never to be the same appearing out of nowhere like a silver moon in disguise the music filters through making my world come to life the violin and the piano still echo in these walls comforting my sorrow and giving me repose |
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