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Thursday, October 20, 2016

i heard the soft sound of rain once.

I heard the soft sound of rain once,
and it sounded like the pitter-patter
of staccato fingers to antique keys,
as every ebony and ivory pitch
created scars of beauty into
the ears in which it found sanctuary.

LJ
20 October 2016

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