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Jan 2015
You play my body like a piano
     Every lift of my limbs is a different
     note played
Sweet tunes escape as your fingers trace
     my neck
     The song never seems to end
We sprinkle notes across our lips as we
     speak in tongues no one else will understand
     Your neck against mine gives me hope
That this song will have a great ending
     And just like that
     Mute
Silence.
Madeline Frosh
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Madeline Frosh  NYC
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