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You're about to view something that maybe terribly opinionated, about 634 cats are killed in the making of this blog, and 356 hours of PI has been done to credit this blog The insanity level and mundane level is never on par, there would be paramedics of course, if you have a housephone/hp/whichever way you feel it's most comfortable to save your own life. So eat your bibimbap while reading this ingenious blog of mine, it probably makes your stay more bearable.
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Melody

Cool breeze stirs up untouched dust on furnitures,
Melodious piano rhythm reverberates throughout the empty hall.
I looked up from the ground,
Following the melody where it was coming from.

Up the spiralling stairs with gothic motiffs,
I knew I was warmer judging from the loudness of the melody.
I sauntered over to the door that was playing this song.
Cautiously, I slowly turned the door knob.

You were there, in your high collared blouse, left unbuttoned to the midst of your chest.
Playing the piano with such vitality,
there you go with the chorus,
with a hundred percent concentration that left me jaw dropping.

You saw me,
and the rhythm dropped to a slow tempo,
gaining it's vigour slowly,
once again with the prelude,
and then with the chorus.

Playing at such gracefulness,
the scene of the evening sun shining on your back,
showing me just your silhouette, and the hard planes of your face.
What a picture.



berlindaang

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