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Your piano fingers played me like an old upright
knowing where the sharps and flats resided within
the forte and crescendo of heart strings
a spontaneous melody of your choosing
scales running up my spine
oblivious to the different
tune you played
on another
heart
*Note: Instead of syllables, I used word count because the visual pyramid felt poetic here.
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Sarah Lenn
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