Rested in detritus The silver greyed with a patina Gathered mud in the exodus Another wire snapped together
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The filaments of Phiminitto’s fur bristled
If often did in weather like this
The wind that does not touch whistled
Phiminitto continued to exist.
When Angelina turned to the Yamaha
She entreatied Icarus to raise his baritone
But he would only stand gaping in awe
As the monochrome keys consumed them as one.
Melded in the cascade of sound
The hall thought as rivers do
Each knowing where all going to.
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