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Cracks in sandy footprints (I wish I could)

Dance, clumsy feet of mine
to the music of your own making
the lights are off and their all gone
so skip through piano smiles

tiptoe along the keys
listening for every missed step
that sounds of heavy curtains
with drawn smiles peering through the cracks

trip on every string that comes before blood
let your eyes fall
and hit every note before they land

play like you forgot you can't
because nobodies here again
and she feels empty
because the beat of my wrist is a lonely sound
play something
apart from that echo inside your breath
Written by DystopianMelody
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