Autumn and sunset are like me. They are sad, in pain, and lonely
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Story by Joshua Perez
The Pianist Who Plays Cello
I can listen to her music. I can read his poetry. I can play her cello. I can compose his poetry. He became my music. She became his music. He became my poetry. She became his poetry. He became my theology. She bec...
