Photo ©Jesse Orrico
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I entered the room where he allegedly hanged himself.
His piano frightened me with its 88-key grin.
The Psalm read: Lord, have mercy on my soul.
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Sonyca’s Three Line Tales challenge, week 11
It’s alive
Waar mijn pen ligt, ben ik thuis
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
Waar mijn pen ligt, ben ik thuis 
Another one who sees the terrifying possibilities of the piano 🙂
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Ooh I like this scary take on the photo!
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oooh, very spooky – I think the character should run. Welcome to TLT!
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“88 key grin” — I never thought of a piano as having a toothy grin, but I can’t stop thinking of it now. Like the Cheshire Cat – Clever 🙂
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Gedicht en beeld 1 mooi geheel
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An interesting response to the dVerse’s prompt, but I can see the connection with the personified piano.
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88 key-grin I am never gonna forget that now, ever..
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allegedly… an interesting word to add – puts a whole another spin on the poem.
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