The Pianist
I never took the time to learn
the words to any of the songs in the piano book.
But they'd always play for me.
I remember listening to the ivory,
trying hard to find a flaw in their perfection,
as they always found the flaws in me.
Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo
I never took the time to learn
the words to any of the songs in the piano book.
But they'd always play for me.
I remember listening to the ivory,
trying hard to find a flaw in their perfection,
as they always found the flaws in me.
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