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Black and white
My fingers hover over the keys
An unseen force
Stops them from breaking the reticence
And then I begin
They waltz on the ebon..
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Time has slowed
Nearly coming to a stop
The teacher drones
On and on
On and on
The clock never moves
I wait and wait
Wait..
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Snow falls gently--oh, so softly, on
blood upon a green-ed ground.
Hiding shades of dark'ning sorrow--
Making not a single sound.
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