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Apr 2019
She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one thatย ย 
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesnโ€™t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instrumentsโ€™ strings
would snap
and hurt.
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Brooklyn  23/F
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