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The Dark Keys
I have the piano keys, Printed on my body. Black and white, Dull and bright. At some points, Notes are the darkest. At others, Just an unheard sigh. The darkest ones, Took the most beating. Play these together, To hear a melodious cry. The rhyming of words, Got lost in hiccups. All I remember, Is a noisy belt. Each smash, Recorded a