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May 2017
He ran his fingers
up and down her spine
like a cello
and with every glide
she released a sigh
that composed a melody
a symphony
that tuned
the night
their night
Maria Etre
Written by
Maria Etre  Beirut, Lebanon
(Beirut, Lebanon)   
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