A Mysterious Prodigy
A mysterious prodigy is playing the keys,
I dare not make movement, I'd better not sneeze!
He plays with white gloves, and tails on his coat,
The intensity is making me slit my own throat!
Then he lulls me back into delirious dreams...
poem by Joshua Dinkin
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