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Piano


The way my hands glide

across the black and white keys


The numbing sound when

chords are played


The feeling when my

foot hits the pedal


The way each key seems to

flow with one another


The joy I feel

when completing a piece


The overwhelming sense of relaxation

that fills my body


The frustration that takes over

                                        when learning a new song

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