ShowA Poem by MyFaceGuyA little something I threw together.My fingers harshly grace the white prisms of tunes. Smudging any sense of logic. Similar to a child. Time passes. My fingers harshly grace the white prisms of tunes. Smudging any sense of logic. Identical to a child.
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