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distant piano keys caress the heart that yearns for her presence. in the light of corruption, it is just to mutually mitigate desire with desperation. each auditory spacing makes way for yet another exhale, leaving the lungs of the broken-hearted unable to aid in the healing process. the piano’s melody camouflages with the futility of worry and mocks the illusory intimacy. beneath the layer of self-diagnosed hopelessness, spontaneity dances in a minimalistic manner. the cosmic joke is conversed about and emphasised, at times even shouted. trivial are thoughts about the future that never comes. nonetheless, with the right amount of will, the present moment will bloom and flower. the seasons change and formlessness takes on many forms. the window cries its daily soliloquy.
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