An old piano with a rickety stand

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And the stories continue in parallel in my head ..
Making me shiver at the surreal twists and turns ..
Slowly I let go the hold of what was said..
Living with the ghosts, the mind that churns..

Burning feet that gets tended to by a kind soul..
Who would take away your pain even if it blisters his skin instead..
How her suffering had continued and I could never take away it's toll..
Why do on so much guilt  do I still tread..

Saw you happier and roaming the world like Earle.
How mind can switch roles and personalities with faces I owned..
And you got engaged to a not so beautiful girl..
Why would that not make me happy and atoned..

Getting my old piano exchanged for your old one..
Replacing the rickety stand you made me buy..
Like correcting your mistakes that I felt you made.. But other questions would still haunt me with why..

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