This is how you make me feel.
Like a grand piano in an abandoned home.
I wish you would visit and lay your hands down onto my keys and play me until melodies are dripping out through your pores.
I want you to know that when I listen to certain songs I can hear the sound of your footsteps scraping along the pavement the evening you went home with somebody else.
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