books for sale inside the yellow piano that sits teetering atop the peak of that cold, cloudy mountain, wondering for a moment, in that split second between the now and the later, whether one would lay their hands gently upon its ornate, semi-polished marble keys that used to bellow a whining sad song, longing for the mending of its broken strings, to be tied together once more before the plunge into the deep pit of darkness. perhaps the darkness it so dreads will caress the lonely piano better than any hand could.

 

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