An old but beautiful piano which held so many memories a row of black and white keys in a line. His pale smooth, thin (fucking sexy) fingers play each note gracefully. The music creates stirs of wondrr into each soul who hears it. Its beautiful and holds a different meaning to each person. Dull grey sweater and old ripped blue jeans. His hair is now an ashen grey colour. Inky black roots starting to show but he doesnt really care. His eyes were a deep cinnamon which hid more and more untold stories as they days went by.
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moving on | m.y + p.j
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