Grand pianos

In that place which is North of normality where insanity’s just a formality I’m sat listening to Dmitri Shostakovich…

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Lights out at nine

When we’re lost for something to say because the way that words are, they don’t go far enough and all that stuff about transparency hides me from what truth there might be if I had the words to express the feelings that howl within me which I hold deep in my chest. Life is not a…

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