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Hey, I've not written a single thing in a long while. This has no flow, meter, and poor rhyme. I just need to get back to my scribblings so I had to start somewhere. Thanks for reading
Painting perfumes my bedroom’s air,
slinging midnight across bristles.
Whispering violence without care,
wind crying my helpless whistles.
Striking keys with flittering hands,
closing eyes to scream, I realize,
breath halts as harmony disbands.
Choking in lies, the music dies.