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Feb 2016
It's like you play the piano in me.
Your knowing fingers
touching, playing, dancing on
my emotions. (like piano keys)
all alike, until they feel your touch
and moan in music -
the melody of that madness,
a love song
echoing endlessly
and fully, in
the silence between us.
M
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