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Her residence is upstairs on a rent; She lives sole. She has great passion of playing piano and mostly plays in the silence of night. Plays with high strength of mind; And I enjoy listening it. The melodies of her piano drifts me to sweet dreams. But now a days she is out of town. And the most frightening thing is that I still hear the melodies at night. Moral - Devil exists for real, God exists for real. - Augastus Black Date - 1st June 2016

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Date: 9/14/2016 5:21:00 PM
Your tale is haunting and beautifully done. Idid enjoy reading your poem.Good writing.
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Date: 9/7/2016 5:29:00 PM
I usually only play my own metaphorical piano for, `Her Beauty's...yet, one can definitely imagine what as why, others may play? I would rather be haunted by love or its morphological needs then by, hate, dogma or oppressions...Love, your haunting tale. Lovely *
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Augustus Black
Date: 9/9/2016 12:07:00 AM
I too like the fact that you also like playing piano.
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Augustus Black
Date: 9/9/2016 12:05:00 AM
Thank you Mam! I am very glad that you liked this.....

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