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Aug 2015
there in
a cobweb corner sits
an old grand piano

not used to play
any note in four years
and probably out of tune

her strings loosening and covered
in silk, no hammer has touched
or fallen away as quick

all the soundboard does is warp
under a stress of thirty tons and four years
alone
wordvango
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