You are my piano song
racing goosebumps up my arms
racing goosebumps up my arms
and your voice sings out
bellowing from a cello-
the walls of your insides,
the intensity of your core-
a gut, a strum, a string, a push,
these notes
the walls of your insides,
the intensity of your core-
a gut, a strum, a string, a push,
these notes
that move me and press into
my keys, extracting melodies
that teach me how to breathe.


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