(i'm ineloquent but i needed to get this out)
it was easy when we first met. you were nine years old and i was younger and it was simple, the admiration from afar, our youthful innocence like white lace and dusty porcelain dolls. the music stumbled from me then, not quite formed, tripping over my fingers and over the black notes on pages we shared,
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