Part 80

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The keys are cold

beneath my fingernails,

bitten and bleeding

to the bed.

My head hurts

as I play

myself.

Music too loud,

I feel each note

too high

or too low.

My hands cramp

and shake -

I cannot hear anything

but the symphony 

of my shadows.

corruption to my ears 

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