Piano Keys Painted By Mold 62 - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
PIANO keys painted by mold.
THE body is wood, and the
insides are twisted and rusted
STILL, the child plays,
still, the child plays
STILL, the child finds happyness,
in these broken and rusted keys.
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