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I can play piano

I fumble numb fingers
playing piano, unable to
capture the charming tune
the keys are dumb I'll
assume, as the knuckles
crack with an awkward
arthritis, opening the sticky
mouth to sing a chorus
but the seraphim are too
good to sing along
or maybe the lyrics
don't quite roll off the tongue
still, I get lost in the music
as if it were some sacred wood
supplying sanctuary from
the wolves with concrete caked
fur, regardless if the music
is piss poor, if I can get lost
far away from the star spangled
ringtones and laughter in auto-tune
I'll continue to play the piano
like a stubborn bull, angst ridden
and nothing else to do
Written by Tallman89
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