Thursday, November 25
Convent-bred boy
When I was ten, I had 20 fingers.
It took awhile to cut them, but now I want to grow them back.
J.J.T, Johannes, Frédéric, Ludwig... wherever you are guys, let's have a smorgasbord one of these cold winter nights. Now, I miss my piano face.
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winter 2010
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I can still remember you from 4th grade playing Fur Elise.
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