Saturday, August 29, 2015

Thanks Radical Face and Goodnight Caffeinated Smiles

I'm wrapped in piano strings.

And that smells like coffee to me and feels like a comforting, classical hug.
So wrap me and hold me piano strings and I'll fall asleep on your lovely piano keys.
Just don't tell me about the bird that flew away because his feathers didn't match his wings,
For if the days would go slower I'd leave my politeness inside of the thank-you and please.

I'm wrapped in piano strings.

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