The beatiful sound of the piano. The music of a heart playing out. That music drew me in as I walked towards the damaged piano. It was alittle out of tune but still beatiful to play. I play the begining of a song only to her something wrong, a key was flat. After i tuned it the next key would be flat than the next. As i obsessed over tuning the keys i forgot about the beatiful sound it made and the way my heart eould beat to it. My heart died as the keys fell flat. As the last note was tuned my heart fell flat.
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