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21 yrs, 11 months and 17 days old.
feels the world is still quite cold.
Yanni's fingers sliding across the keys,
"Until the Last Moment"
She is worried there might be mind readers,
for they shall see her world,
of silly thoughts swirling in visions,
of yesterdays and tomorrows,
where fairy tales come true,
and movies come alive,
they shall see soot-covered snow,
floating in the summer air,
for the real world she is in,
confuses her.
She misses clips from old memories,
where white was white and none in betweens,
she wonder if there's an oasis in the barren land,
with angles tickling each other,
laughter and smiles abundant,
as pure as the glow of the full moon,
although her books til now,
has taught her it was a halloween party they were having.
The songs she use to hear,
is now Almost a Whisper...