Fine-tuning My Circumstance

Posted on by mercuryrizingopaque Posted in PoetryTagged ,

Fine-tuning my circumstance-A Baby Grand Piano whose zebra styled keys not one more person shall get the chance to play. For this Ghetto, I will walk Tall out of; Tailoring the Tux of my Symphony.

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