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Apr 2020
Her fingers plucked
the strings-
vibrating

all over
me

She struck
against
the hollow
wood

on her knee

Her bow
danced across
the
silvery strings
She breathed

in
and

out
and started

playing double time
for me
I imagined this as a song
Written by
Anne Shirley-Darcy  F/USA + S. KOREA
(F/USA + S. KOREA)   
67
   annh
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