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i fell in love,
once.
it didn't work out as planned and -
for day after day,
week after week,
month after month,
i kissed him goodbye and
avoided those
three
little
words
as best i could.
once.
it didn't work out as planned and -
for day after day,
week after week,
month after month,
i kissed him goodbye and
avoided those
three
little
words
as best i could.
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Piano Man
He could hear Sarah warming up in front of the microphone, her small, soft voice rising and falling. The din of the waiters and servers setting up the many tables in front of them echoed behind her; the grating clatter of silverware wore against his ears.
He turned his attention back to Sarah. So much clearer, so much more pleasant... His shoulders, which had been tensed, relaxed, and he ran his fingers over the piano keys reverently, letting the background noise fade away.
And a pure, clear note from Sarah cracked.
His hands stopped over the keys, turning his head slightly and shifting on the hard piano bench so he could hear
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starcrossed
and we sailed
in sinking ships
on borrowed tides
'neath starless skies
[i wonder, love,
why we never made it home.]
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the radio man
there was dust in her hair and dust under her nails and dust behind her ears, dust sticking to her feet and struggling to get past the flimsy paper mask that covered her nose and mouth. dust in every nook and cranny.
in the predawn light everything looked stranger than it already was. the piles of rubble and crooked, mutilated street signs became dreamlike and surreal. she wondered, not for the first time, if this really was all just a dream - maybe she would wake with the sun, back in her yellow bedroom in her safe house with her confused, angry, beautifully dysfunctional family. maybe life would be real again.
she sighed and twisted the
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Great piece.