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i stare at my keyboard
while i try to think
when was the last time that i could sing
to the top of my lungs and towards the sky
when was the last time that i tried to cry
My lungs slowly fill with air, my body sways
My fingers grip the bow gently, gently pulling
The string vibrates, a sound resonates
I can feel the music humming
From the wood through my chest
