| poems, songs, swing dances, and asthma - my mind has yet to get the message: I'm out of your league. my chords are augmented, not sustained, and my fingers bleed over the Steinway ivories from playing my blue 'slow symphony' for the master of breaking hearts. I loved you - prodigial skill and perfect life, open eyes and closed heart. - Jacqueline C. Audrey |
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