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Apr 2014
Juliette's back
is a shapely cello.
Her hair trailing softly
plays a deep, sad,
mahogany melody.
'La musique malheureuse'
her soul whispers.

But in the morning
she will stretch out,
throw the curtains wide
and light will shine through her.
When she speaks
her harp-like heart
will play a pretty tune.
*inspired by a musical neighbour*
Petal pie
Written by
Petal pie  Brighton, England
(Brighton, England)   
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