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Poetry With nowhere to go With no one to run to You hold me And just stay In the quiet We just stay The most magical moments… Are those that are still The healing comes… From the moments that are most tranquil As my breath deepens Your notes soften The beauty of the arpeggio grabs me The sounds wrap themselves around me And there we are Wrapped in one another You hold me together
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