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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Classical


I ask because im speechless
I ask you to move your hands
Up, Up, Up
Above my eyebrows
Not beneath my under the pink
My stomach pressed against the cold piano keys
Silence
Except, i think
im playing Mozart.
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  1. rebecca sloanSeptember 17, 2009 at 9:40 AM

    beautiful! i love your style! if i told you what lines i like most i'd need to re-write the whole poem. but i do love the last two. :) what an amazing little window. it's the kind of thing i'll keep reading over and over.

    p.s. awesome picture.. who is that by?

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