Nocturnes

 

 

 

Oh, darling

I tried

 

How I tried

 

To spit out

old keys

The broken chords

that lodged my throat

 

It was as if

those strings

had lies of their own

 

They’d invade my dreams

 

Wispy extremities

gelid Steinways

 

When you touched

those chords

it was sharper than winter here

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