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Nov 2018
A hand glides
softly against
the melodic keys.

A note rings
throughout the room,
bouncing off the walls
roughly and
without falter.

Energy flows through
the hands and
the rhythm picks up.

Crescendo.
The Secret Poet
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The Secret Poet
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