Notebook #13

Fairouz, coffee, a dried rose on the window

Snow everywhere, white warm blanket over me.

I bought a typewriter and it shattered my life, and I just thought of you.

He saw a grand piano, standing alone, lonely in a war torn street, sad piano, longing for her fingers to touch the ivory bars.

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