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1d
My hands move like water over lily pads white and black—
above keys that agree with the notes of a mental track.
I'm pulled by a rhythm forward and back.
I lose myself in a euphonic lilac.
April 2021
Pax
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Pax  23/F/USA
(23/F/USA)   
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     M-E, jules, Ejiro and Liana
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